MORBID_ANGEL

CRADLE OF FILTH - NYMPHETAMINE

EVANESCENT LIKE THE SCENT OF DECAY
I WAS FADING FROM THE RACE WHEN, IN DESPAIR, MY DARKEST DAYS
RAN AMOK AND FORGET HER FACE
FROM THE FAIREST HEADMAIDENS TO
A SLICK PERVERTED WRAITH

NYMPHETAMINE

HEAVING MIDST NARCISSUS
ON A MALEDICT BLANKET OF STARS
SHE WAS ALL THREE WHISHES
SEX, SEX, SEX

A LOVER ON HER DEATHROW
I WAS HOOKED ON HER DISEASE
HIGHLY STRUNG LIKE CUPIDS BOW
WHOSE ARROWS HUNGERED MEAT
AND THE BLINDING FLARE OF PASSION
IN THE SHADE OF NARROW STREETS
WHERE THEIR POISON NEVER RATIONED
ALL THE TIPS THEY LEFT IN ME

TWO TRACKS
BRIC-A-BRAC
SOMETHING PASSED BETWEEN US
LIKE A BAD CRACK
UPWARD-LIT
I'D MET ANOTHER KIND

OF RAT
IN FACT
WITH EVERY ROME INSIDE ME
LICKED AND RANSACKED
SHE HAUNTED AT THE CORNERS OF MY MIND

IN BLACK
CATARACTS
WOULDN'T WHITEWASH AWAY
HER FILTHY SMOKE STACK
SHE BURNED ME LIKE A FURNACE
FOR MY FUTURE SUICIDE

LEAD TO THE RIVER
MIDSUMMER I WAVED
A V OF BLACK SWANS
WITH HOPE TO THE GRAVE
AND THROUGH RED SEPTEMBER
WITH SKIES FIRE-PAVED
I BEGGED YOU APPEAR
LIKE A THORN FOR THE HOLY ONES

COLD WAS MY SOUL
UNTOLD WAS THE PAIN
I FACED WHEN YOU LEFT ME
A ROSE IN THE RAIN
SO I SWORE TO THE RAZOR
THAT NEVER, ENCHAINED
WOULD YOUR DARK NAILS OF FAITH
BE PUSHED THROUGH MY VEINS AGAIN

BARED ON YOUR TOMB
I AM A PRAYER FOR YOUR LONELINESS
AND WOULD YOU EVER SOON
COME ABOVE UNTO ME?
FOR ONCE UPON A TIME
FROM HE HANDS OF YOUR LOWLINESS
I COULD ALWAYS FIND THE RIGHT SLOT FOR YOUR KEY...

SIX FEETIS THE INCISION
I MY HEART, THAT BARLESS PRISION
DISCOLUORS ALL WITH TUNNEL VISION
SUNSETTER ...
NYMPHETAMINE

SICK AND WEAK FROM MY CONDITION
THIS LUST, THIS VAMPIRIC ADICTION
TO HER ALONE IN FULL SUBMISSION
NONE BETTER ...
NYMPHETAMINE

WRACKED WITH YOUR CHARM
I AM CIRCLED LIKE PREY
BACK IN THE FOREST
WHERE WHISPERS PERSUADE
MORE SUGAR TRAILS
MORE WHITE LADY LAID
THAN PILLARS OF SALT ...
(KEEPING SODOM AT NIGHT AT BAY)

FOLD TO MY ARMS
IN THEIR MESMERIC SWAY
AND DANCE TO THE MOON
AS WE DID IN THOSE GOLDEN DAYS

CHRISTENING STARS
I REMEMBER THE WAY
WE WERE NEEDLE AND SPOON
MISLAID IN THE BURNING HAY

BARED ON YOUR TOMB
I AM A PRAYER FOR YOUR LONELINESS
AND WOULD YOU EVER SOON
COME ABOVE UNTO ME?
FOR ONCE UPON A TIME
FROM HE HANDS OF YOUR LOWLINESS
I COULD ALWAYS FIND THE RIGHT SLOT FOR YOUR SACRED KEY...

SIX FEET DEEP IS THE INCISION
IN MY HEART, THAT BARLESS PRISION
DISCOLUORS ALL WITH TUNNEL VISION
SUNSETTER ...
NYMPHETAMINE

SICK AND WEAK FROM MY CONDITION
THIS LUST, THIS VAMPIRIC ADDICTION
TO HER ALONE IN FULL SUBMISSION
NONE BETTER ...
NYMPHETAMINE

ELLO PEOPLE MEH NAMES NICK BUT PEOPLE CALL ME ONE OF THE FOLLOWING NAMES : PUPPY/ANGEL/AZREAL/ALUORAN/ALOCRUS/VINORUS/OR VICOUS YOU CAN CALL ME BY ANY OF THESE NAMES. IM 15 AND A SOPHMORE AT STRATFORD HIGH IN GOOSE CREEK SC. I AM GOTH IN CASE YOU HAVENT FIGURED THIS OUT YET. I PLAY GUITAR AND LOVE MUSIC LITERALLY TO DEATH. I ENJOY DRAWING AND MEETING PEOPLE THAT I CAN RELATE TO. WELL IM NOT SURE WHAT ELSE TO WRITE SO IF YOU THINK OF ANY THING YOU WANT TO ASK IM ME/ EMAIL ME (IT MIGHT TAKE A LITTLE WHILE TO GET A REPLIE)/ OR SEND ME A MESSAGE VIA MYSPACE IF YOU HAVE ONE WELL HOPEFULLY TALK TO YOU LATER