Burn Ward Whore Songtext

von Plague Bringer

Tongue of fire lick these wounds,
Sooth my flesh with your touch.
Mouth of fire, suck the pain.
Side by side in ecstasy.
Rough like a dog's lick,
The sick trick is still thick on my lips.
Write out your life's wish and
Take it and spit it to the wind.
Euphoria.
You soothe in times of pain.
You slather love.
You confess you are my angel.
You were only feasting on my
Pain banquet 'til it's gone.
Numb and shaking.
Welcome your touch late in the night.
Finger these scabs.
Euphoric release.
The time has come to end this charade.
The passion has died,
I'll leave you alone.
Then you move on to the next victim.
Burn ward whore.
Love me at my weakest,
Then you leave me to die.