Rot in My Veins

Yeah, I crawl through your window with a switchblade grin,

Every f**kin’ heartbeat knows the devil walked in.

Got your wrists tied tight, candle drippin’ on skin,

When you scream my name out, that’s the choir of sin.

Blood on the sheets, perfume in decay,

Every thrust feels holy in a rotten kind of way.

I don’t love, I consume, I corrupt, I defile,

Bite the flesh off your lips just to taste that smile.

FUCK you in the shadows where the corpses sing,

Every moan’s a hymn to my suffering.

Lust in the morgue, death between your thighs,

Devil in my dick, hellfire in your eyes.

I’m the stain on the wall, I’m the ghost in your bed,

Every orgasm drips like a prayer to the dead.

Choke on my lust, let it rot your soul,

Every thrust is a shovel diggin’ deeper the hole.

I ain’t tender, I’m twisted, a freak in the night,

I’ll paint halos with blood while you beg for the bite.

Call it love? Nah, bitch, it’s obsession and pain,

Fkin’ you feels like worship in a funeral chain.

Tongue tastes iron, skin tastes rot,

Every “don’t stop” means give me a lot.

Nails carve scripture, scars never fade,

I’m the demon you summoned when you called my name.

FUCK you in the shadows where the corpses sing,

Every moan’s a hymn to my suffering.

Lust in the morgue, death between your thighs,

Devil in my dick, hellfire in your eyes.

Coffin sex, grave dirt sweat,

You ain’t seen the darkest fuck yet.

Till the maggots crawl, till the angels cry,

I’ll be fkin’ your soul in the morgue tonight.