Glam Is Gore
I would have a hundred spears go right through me
I would have a guillotine cut me up thousand times into thousand pieces
I would have every bit of me burn up in ashes
I still don't think I would feel anything
I don't think I would feel any pain.
I didn't feel any pain.
I don't see any blood
Lucifer's hell looks tame.
Come on Luci
Is this the worst you can do?
Thought you went straight for blood
Thought you were hungry
Thought you couldn't resist me
Standing with all the blood and skin.
Well here is an open invitation
Don't go easy on me.
Copyright © Glam Air | Year Posted 2019
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