You will be
The death of me
And yet
I beg of thee
**** Me
Upon thy hand
Upon thy lip
Beat upon
Hip to hip
Grant me death
Sweet fantasy
Allow me die
For misery
Would be
To live
Without your touch
So grant me death
Upon your lust
To die
Bitten
Cheek to cheek
Blood from lip
****** and heap
Of clothing
Piled
Upon the floor
Grant me death
To die once more
La Petite Mort......
MV
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
You will be
The death of me
And yet
I beg of thee
**** Me
Upon thy hand
Upon thy lip
Beat upon
Hip to hip
Grant me death
Sweet fantasy
Allow me die
For misery
Would be
To live
Without your touch
So grant me death
Upon your lust
To die
Bitten
Cheek to cheek
Blood from lip
****** and heap
Of clothing
Piled
Upon the floor
Grant me death
To die once more
La Petite Mort......
MV
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