Fourth song off the Thrash Metal masterpiece 'Nothing To Gain' by the Bay Area thrashers 'Vio-lence'.
Vocals: Sean Killian
Guitar: Phil Demmel
Guitar: Robb Flynn
Drums: Perry Strickland
Bass: Dean Dell
Lyrics:
Your sweet soul comforts me
Your eyes show the desires of a whore
To touch your flesh on my skin
To feel the heat that you bring
You'll serve my purpose tonight
Your sweet lips will scream through your tears
Accept my pain onto you
Your sweat beats up through your pure vanity
Feel me - on shivering skin
Feel me - on the lust in their flesh
Feel me - on they're broken eyes
Feel me - the pain of pleasure!
Come now to partake
On borken sould abd flesh that bleeds of chastain
The misfortune that breeds
The lack uf lustre, the lack of vice to concede
Feel me - on shivering skin
Feel me - on the lust in their flesh
Feel me - on they're broken eyes
Feel me - the pain of pleasure!
Spine arching, she is screaming in lust
Hair pulled back, eyes filled with trust
Of a dominant persuasive high
Feel desire piercing deep inside
Overwhelmed by quivering vigour
She reaches out to grab a hold of what's in her
Love, lust desire, is alt that she needs
Strong fisted soul, she drops as she screams!
Rightous purity, the unwicked slip
Immoral wrong-doing takes its grip on you
Its bitter sweet-sour, pungent taste
It leaves its smile on your wicked face!
BLEED FOR ME!
BLEED FOR ME!
BLEED FOR ME!
The virtues of vice!
You need it, you feel it, all of your soul
Your yearning, your passion fed as it takes control
Its ripping and clawing tears you apart
Virtues of vice breeds in all of our hearts
BLEED FOR ME!
BLEED FOR ME!
BLEED FOR ME!
The virtues of vice!
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