Paroles de Justine

Beauty is a virgins pinch Beauty is blasphemy Beauty is a sick rose Beauty is truth Lips always cool Thin, hard tongue Beauty is the beginning of terror Beauty is a circle She likes me to stand While she sucks me I searched all over the abbey Justine now gone Her soul free, to be Distinct in my mind As i see you Disencumber skin of darkness Bleeding into The structure Essence of unholy form To kill the persona To supress the lies of mind The opinion is distortion In perfection of void Destroy false self "Thus does your master Cure the bind, crucified?"