Crimson Concerto Lyrics
Your flesh my desireAnd to cleanse my violinYour throat I slitAnd yet I need no help to cureMy sanious abuseA single jerk, is all it needsTo bring me to my climax,And to bring you to your kneesYou're all I want, my corpses to beMy music incompleteUntil I bathe my strings in thee'Tis not for fun,I feed on deathIt provides me with the tunes I playI give you but the bestA price to pay, but not a feeOne human more or lessIs quite indifferent to meYou'll find my strings around your neckYour flesh will tense and start to breakYour blood will spurt and drench my handsTo give my notes a certain clangMy violin I scrub and waxBut not with polish, soap or varnishA finer substance I recquireI soak it in human carnageSoaking, dampening my stringsBathing the wood of my precious violinLaughing, whistling as I workImmersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...
General Surgery Crimson Concerto
