CANTANTE: Cradle Of Filth

TITULO:Nymphetamine (overdose)

Evanescent like the scent of decay
i was fading from the race
when, in despair, my darkest days
ran amok and forged her face
from the fairest of handmaidens to
a slick perverted wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
on a maledict blanket of stars
she was all three wishes
sex, sex, sex
A lover hung on her deathrow
i was hooked on her disease
highly strung like cupid's bow
whose arrows hungered meat
and the blinding flare of passion
in the shade of narrow streets
where their poison never rationed
all the tips they left in me
Two tracks
bric-a-brac
something passed between us
like a bad crack
upward-lit
i'd met another kind
Of rat
in fact
with every rome inside
licked and ransacked...
she haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
cataracts
wouldn't whitewash away
her filthy smoke stack
she burnt me like a furnace
for my future suicide
Lead to the river
midsummer, i waved
a v of black swans
on with hope to the grave
and through red september
with skies fire-paved
i begged you appear
like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
untold was the pain
i faced wen you left me
a rose in the rain...
so i swore to the razor
that never, enchained
would your dark nails of faith
be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
i am prayer for your loneliness
and would you ever soon
come above unto me?
for once upon a time
from the binds of your lowliness
i could always find
the right slot for your sacred key...
Six feet deep is the incision
in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision
sunsetter...
nymphetamine
sick and weak from my condiion
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission
none better...
nymphetamine
Wracked with your charm
i am circled like prey
back in the forest
where whispers persuade
more sugar trails
more white lady laid
then pillars of salt...
(keeping sodom at bay)
Fold to my arms
hold their mesmeric sway
and dance out to the moon
as we did in those golden days
Christening stars
i remember the way
we were needle and spoon
midlais in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb
i am prayer for your loneliness
and would you ever soon
come above unto me?
for once upon a time
from the binds of your lowliness
i could always find
the right slot for your sacred key...
Six feet deep is the incision
in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision
sunsetter...
nymphetamine
sick and weak from my condiion
this lust, this vampyric addiction
to her alone in full submission
none better...
nymphetamine
Two tracks
bric-a-brac
something passed between us
like a bad crack
upward-lit
i'd met another kind
Of rat
in fact
with every rome inside
licked and ransacked...
she haunted at the corners of my mind
In black
cataracts
wouldn't whitewash away
her filthy smoke stack
she burnt me like a furnace
for my future suicide