o children of the house
o children of the house
pitter patter by
save this sinful soul
from the depths of desire
the taste of silver on a tongue
a blade swallowed whole
its tip still hanging out
from a swollen mouth
thy blood shall stain thy skin
there is no use for the flesh
if it's rotten and stretched
o children of the house
bring me its rotting corpse
when the end is nigh
let me kiss its temples
lay on its sunken eyes
dig my hand in its chest
eat its heart whole
there is no love stronger than
the one stained by pity
there is no love stronger than
the untamed desire for pain
pitter patter by
save this sinful soul
from the depths of desire
the taste of silver on a tongue
a blade swallowed whole
its tip still hanging out
from a swollen mouth
thy blood shall stain thy skin
there is no use for the flesh
if it's rotten and stretched
o children of the house
bring me its rotting corpse
when the end is nigh
let me kiss its temples
lay on its sunken eyes
dig my hand in its chest
eat its heart whole
there is no love stronger than
the one stained by pity
there is no love stronger than
the untamed desire for pain
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