Terminal Choice - Black Dressed Woman |
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Black Dressed Woman
Terminal Choice black dressed woman the whip in your hand burning desire you know I can't stand your burning eyes they save my skin you got a body made of sin hit me hit me show me how to suffer hit me hit me you got me under your control pain is your answer pain is your game don't has a tact there is nothing to blame you can do everything you can cut my flesh I lay at your feet my mind is crashed I can smell the blood I see my flesh burning my body explose just one more cut the room is gettin darker I can't see your face I am feeling so weak and I am still in race I feel no more pain but there is the light I guess you killed me in this night |
