Seventh Gate

Bloodlet: The Cleansing Urge

Seventh Gate


Start by etching dark secrets into your arm with glass 
And inject the filth of your sin and depression 
Beneath your foul, dying flesh 
Taste the stench, the decripid aroma of a dying world 
Virgin lips smeared with semen 
Choke on my love 
I'm roadkill on god's highway 
We're all roadkill tonight anyway
Vulgar demonstration of lust
Romantic obsession
Run away from your halo
Sexual infatuation 
Asphyxiate 
Angels whisper sweet nothings 
Hymns of homicide 
Ordained clowns touch the clouds
Scarring the tranquil sky 
I've bathing for days 
But still I can't be clean 
Something is better than nothing 
But i have this urge to kill 
My... 
Self.