Asphyxiate

Your first encounter with the ones who made you

Feel a chance to taste their disease

Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real

Your senses low, yur pleasures grow

White hands sew up the deed

Another limb to lift the skin, press open

And to dream all is real

Hands wide open

Lick your wounds and come inside

With your hand 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 you skin

Your pleasures know their wager grow

You lust to feel again

Hands wide open

Lick you wounds and come inside

With you 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