SEXXXUALLY EVIL (a.k.a The importance of being de-essed)
str1: What can I feel ? What's the deal when I am with you ?
You strike me down make me drown till I can't get through
You're so ignored yet
so loved you don't want to know
the knight who rides by all sides that you're letting go
pre1: With all the shame
you've got
child of a lesser god
you build a wall between us
pre2: With all the pain
you've got
child of a lesser god
you'd resurrect the dead
Chrs: As you're running
out of love
do you think sex is better ?
When you spread wings like a dove
you will know love's better then
The sweetest face you
embrace doesn't get the call
the dwarves around insane and bound they won't last at all
You have to pay everyday
for a coward world
they criticize demonize spit on solid gold
pre1
With all the pain you've
got
child of a lesser god
(you) don't know you hold the plan for my destruction
Chrs
str1
pre1
pre2
Chrs
words by Alessandro A. Farese (2003)
SEXXXUALLY EVIL (a.k.a The importance of being de-essed)
She says she's cruel she's your damned queen black
her birthday kiss is an assault at your neck
she lives the night around black latex and sweets
fetish dress she stole from those chicks on the streets
She walks so proud with
wooden stakes at her feet
lil' vampires, older ones around: it's so sweet!
She assures you she's the queen she knows how to play
her ten year doll knows lots of pain and decay
Chrs: Her teachers scream
but she will not give a damn
'cause it's no matter to repeat it again
She is so bad and she's so sexxxually evil
her midnight master comes, she leaves in violet eyes and tears
This stupid world unable
to understand
ssshe can't choose the right gloves to cover her hands
exxxclusive nightclubs all for her when it's ten
'cause there's an outcast always ready then
Chrs
Your fake teeth, where did you forget them ?
Chrs
words by Alessandro A. Farese (2003)
Mindless thoughts, worthless
images concerning life and death
J-J-J-Just like spending all my time with plastic silhouettes
Lust still grows, isolation
goes, so many things to do
Lack of company, demise, (I) start thinking I'm not true
Chrs: I feel the psycho
spin
deep within
you'd better run miles away from the war in me
heart infected with a thousand pins
I must be wasting my days I'm so proud & lonely
talk to someone when you are not there
I mean, this is the true fake: to be proud & lonely
D-D-D-Deal with shadows
of the past, another stupid choice
In my dreams (I) cannot make a move, can't even raise my voice
Sex is dead, only in my
head pleasure to kill the pain
Now and then being slave to myself (and) denying it again
Chrs
Chrs
words by Alessandro A. Farese (2002)
