Tiamat - For Her Pleasure

Tiamat -- For Her Pleasure Erase the pictures from my mind Eliminate the presence of your kind Unloose the strings of instinct laws Just to fall into some other jaws In pounding afterglow I rise For the pleasure of dying twice A wingcut angel in decline Breathe my air and I'll be fine Put your teeth in me Carve your name in me No I don't care if there is something That I'm too blind to see Invite yourself and feel free To pick up splinter of debris It's in your sys.ex Subdues all that's delusive Initially this lie I'd recoil But again I crawl this dirty soil Of all possessions I did treasure This one's strictly for her pleasure