Her dress is sliding down
and it becomes hard to breathe.
I must be happy now.
So why I scared to death?
She is dead!
I see woman stripping.
Hot sweat's running through the cold skin.
She is dead!
I see a perfect body
But I'm afraid, she'll killing me.
My heart is still alive.
It beats inside of me, but
She sees me as just a piece of meat.
Now I have no more hope.
Now I know no more truth.
My death is stripped in front of me.
I'm horny, I'm sweaty, I'm hot like fire.
I'll be a perfect dish, at least.
A meat must be warmed, she has done it already
And now my scream is soundtrack for her feast
Feast
Feast
Feast
She is dead!
I see woman stripping.
Hot sweat's running through the cold skin.
She is dead!
I see a perfect body
But I'm afraid, she'll killing me.
She is dead!
She is dead!
She is dead!
She is dead!