Defenestration Lyrics
She seems such a perfect victim:This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,she's guilty Ordinarily,I'd not wish to frighten her or hurt her,But such beauty inspires one to give the gift of murder She's the kind of girl you want torun up and tackle through a window some floors upand spatter you both to hell«Come and get it;your stuffed bunny's at the window, But not that far out... Reach little one! Reach!...» Tantalized a child is want totake a ill-consideredcourse of action; such is life: is experience not bitter? Leaning too farout the open attic casement window, baby plummets to a messy death not so far below Rend your flesh to ribbonson shards of broken glass, fading screams and abruptly: Defenestration
Cultus Sanguine Defenestration
