How I've waited for you to come
I've been here all alone
Now that you've arrived
Please stay a while
And I promise I won't keep you long
I'll keep you forever
Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies [sings "appease"] the
means
Provoking images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation's lost all control
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same
Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me
Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
Dance with the dead in my dreams (Hello? Hello Mr Gein?)
Listen to their hollowed screams (Mr Gein?)
The dead have taken my soul (Lemme out of here Mr Gein)
Temptation's lost all control (Mr Gein? I don't wanna play anymore Mr Gein)
(Dance with the dead in my dreams (Mr Gein, it's not any fun anymore,)
Listen to their hollowed screams (I don't want to play anymore Mr Gein)
The dead have taken my soul (Mr Gein? Lemme out of here Mr Gein)
Temptation's lost all control) (Lemme out, LEMMMMEEE OOUUUUUUTTT!!)
Esfolando a pele com a ponta dos meus dedos
A escova dos mortos, a carne fria pacifica os meios
Imagens provocativas
Feições delicadas e tão suaves
Uma agradável fragrância ao luar
Refrão
Danço com os mortos em meus sonhos
Ouço seus gritos sagrados
Os mortos tomaram conta da minha alma
A tentação me fez perder o controle
Sorrisos simples iludem olhos psicóticos
Perde todo o controle da mente, o raciocínio decai
Olhos vazios escravizam as criações
De rostos plácidos e cerimônias sem vida
Nas profundezas de uma mente insana
Fantasia e realidade é a mesma coisa
Esfolando a pele com a ponta dos meus dedos
A escova dos mortos, carne quente pacifica os meios
Membros cortados, ornamentos de minha existência
Alisando a pele
Sorrisos simples iludem olhos psicóticos
Perde todo o controle da mente, o raciocínio decai
Olhos vazios escravizam as criações
De rostos plácidos e cerimônias sem vida
Refrão
