TEMPTATION
You know you want the wind to blow hard You want the poison; the death card The Pharaoh awaiting in the tomb Awaits your coming; your doom You’re too late to save yourself Drowned real deep-the razor on the shelf Paranoid? Good! Because I am here I’ll show you real Fear I am the demon Who wants to taste your fire I am the demon Who bites the flesh of desire I long to taste you I bite into your flesh and rip away the skin Warm, salty blood the taste too much to let in I press against you, you... Sign in to see full entry.