Late Night, Red Wine Blight - текст песни
Late Night, Red Wine Blight
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
Craving hands carved in my back
If love was present I'd make it crack
Cynical tripping from here to there
It'll turn out less painful if I don't care
Sweetest dearie
Mother Mary
ramble, rumble
the sanguine stumble
Discipline
disciple queen
smell the pyre
death rate dire
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure Hollywood hell...
Love is dead and hate ruins the set
Eve goes down on the fair Juliet
Date rape dogma and hell supreme
I am the artist that paints the extreme...
Rapping simmer
always shimmer
scent the quibble
always nibble
Solve the quiz
with a kiss
kiss the hustle
solve the puzzle
Taste the mire
lust, desire
rape and struggle
finally snuggle...
I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
I need no love to define this climax
All I need is pure Hollywood hell
Solve the quiz with a kiss
kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...
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