Thirty One
Another soul lying cold on the gurney just another fuckin victim to bleed. Thirty one with the death toll rising as she fuels all her sexual needs. Close your eyes as you feel the morphine drip. And the thrill will materialize as she crawls into your skin. Her touch runs cold. Her touch runs black. Can you feel it? Can you feel it now? Vacant eyes. A vacant mind. Can you see it? Can you see it now? Another soul lying cold on the gurney so erotic as she starts to caress. Flatline into her dark obsession then revive you just to kill you again. She holds you in her arms and watches with delight. And the thrill will materialize as you slowly start to die. Her touch runs cold. Her touch runs black. Can you feel it? Can you feel it now? Vacant eyes. A vacant mind. Can you see it? Can you see it now? And now you slip away slowly as she pulls you under. And now you slip away slowly as she pulls you into the dark. Can you feel it? Can you see it?