Seek Out Your Sins
Helstar
4:12Desecrator, the way the world sees me To hold you near eternally Isolation in necrophilia Preserved in your crypt, memorabilia Confess, why I'm so strange Molested, I am deranged Possessed by your living soul Obsessed, I cannot let go I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead In the darkness, I hear you so clearly Turned twisted thoughts, undead lips I feed My carcass of love, dissected of stench, dead Exhumed for my lust, entombed for my needs Confess, why I'm so strange Molested, I am deranged Possessed by your living soul Obsessed, I cannot let go I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead Bleeding, seething, most appealing Biting, grinding, lifeless love Guilty pleasure, rigor treasure Hardened flesh fits like a glove How can a world be so cruel To not see what you mean to me? The time is near, my dear I now must set you free Hope you can hear, hope you can see me Your eyes are closed, only the stare Desecrator, the way the world saw me Inamorata, they take you away Confess, why I'm so strange Molested, I am deranged Possessed by your living soul Obsessed, I cannot let go I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead I crave the blank stare in your eyes The feeling of cold flesh Caress of the dead