Your first encounter with the ones who make you
Feel a chance to taste their disease
Invite you in to lick their skin press open,
And to feel all is real
Your senses low, your pleasures grow
White hands sew up the deed
Another limb to lift your skin, press open
And to dream it was real
Wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hands wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hands wide
As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!
As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!
Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin
Till the dust hit your skin
Their presence knows your wager grows
You lust to feel again
Hands wide open
Close your wounds and come inside
You lift your hands wide open
Close your hands and come inside
With your hands white!
As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!
As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!
Friend