God wont mind a little tourture.

We’ll bring our weapons to the disco

On a highway ride straight out of hell

We’ll leave the payphones ringing usless

Shes hogteid and you can ride her

Still he thought her heart wore crowns under a mass off wicker sounds

we’ll ride her, youll ride her

Even if we’d sink or swim her perfect image caved right in

We’ll ride her , you’ll ride her

Will or wont they fall…..will or wont they?

Your lips they taste of meat her liver was so sweet

And we don’t know what you know

So we’ll sit back and watch her go

Away with you,

To better times, if only we could breath

We’re red like neon hearts

If snakes could walk, then we would dance

To jazz like songs, in tune to E

This is your last bite with those fangs…..we are dead.