Tainted Blood
We were searching,
We were not untouched,
What has love got to do with death?
Trust the foreplay assassin,
Use the foreplay assassin.
Matrimony is sharing blood,
Tainted blood is not worth the share,
We will never touch the god of pleasure.
Life cannot make us one flesh,
Will death do us part?
We are living in death, unnatural hope,
The foreplay assassin will keep us part,
This lifetime.
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