In her place one hundred candles burning As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they’re saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…
Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you’re saying, praying They say the beast inside of me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…
I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I’m saying, begging I say the beast inside me’s gonna get ya, get ya, get…
Let me love you too Let me love you to death …
Poses: Le Poppycock Nyctophilia Gacha Dance of Death & Heart of Stone (Gargoyle+Pillar) Rare @Pose Fair’s Autumn Festival Outfit: `M.BIRDIE / Halloween Costume B : Dead Bride. Dress 1, Shoes 4, and Veil 1 Maitreya @The Epiphany Jewelry: .::Supernatural::. Morgana Choker Silver @Designer Showcase Hair: tram G0511 (former Uber item) Location: Pendle Hill Lyrics in Post: “Let Me Love You to Death” by Type O Negative
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