Artistic Greed Songtext

von Human Disease

Son of ashes
A tradiction in blood
Trouble so dark for the beauty
Sinister colours
Anticipate sorrows
See this act to repel you away
Vestals and vice slide on my obsessions
I'm wishing for my dreams to die
Anal torture concentrated
Centred in blood
Into the human suffering, A void
My serenades of purity
Follow me
Give me a sign to reify my emotion
Holding why
End never touches your eyes
Sing your cry
And feel my blade inside
Crucifixion … pray Christ to die
Why you whisper a last drifting smile
It's the pleasure way to die
A loss in ice
Skin's shine
I want to watch you die
Reel this little sorrow
The pleasure of whore
A natural lent
To inform the dying fly
Try to die With all the pretty lies The pale desire Sin's rise
Crucifixion … pray Christ to die
Never lights to see Only pain to feel
How we could be the little ring so pure
And never be obscured
Nothing stops tears from falling
Always lost in your face
Burning soft in your white stone so blue
Try to die …