2.In Lust You Can Hear The Axe Fall
Lyricist：Gordon Smith, James Cyrus Stewart
What happens in her without fun
Seeing my finger there
Touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it, touch it
Name me three poems, fucker's guilt
We are just one man
Twisting, twisting, twisted, twisted, twisted
Who there is, who is not bored by his fate？
Discolored the bite of a pear
Cut, cut love me, cut love me into your breast
Crush a pastry into your breast
Bite your only lover's blood
To have learned nothing
Stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it, stitch it
Tell me who I had to bewitch？
Passerby who has a toilet
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Discolored by the bite of an ox
Slit make me, slit make me into your breast
And crush an ash tray into your breast
Oh shit, can you hear？
Oh, can you hear the axe fall？
Jesse, ah aha
In lust you can hear the axe fall
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