White Vodevil
Текст песни Burial Service

It seems that i'm against
It seems that I'm against those who're against
I've got no mirror, got no friends
I've got no name
In suitable time
In a horrible place
Just forgive me 'oh, why?'
I will show you my face
I'm in love with myself
And I think that you're too
And the faster you breath
The faster I move

Come on now, yeah
I wanna fuck you
On that grave

God is sleeping
(I want your tender skin)
I'm your reaper
(Damn, is it a sin?)
Sex, blood, here comes your heart
And only sunrise will do us part

Young moon, the same old song
And our blood was made of
Rock-n'-roll
But when I'm reaching the end
I don't feel it's enough
I need more to calm down
But you're screaming 'oh, god'
I am bored of your cunt
You are tired and wet
But I want some more fun
I want you to be dead

Come on now, yeah
I gonna kill you
On that grave

God is sleeping
(I want your tender skin)
I'm your reaper
(Damn, is it a sin?)
Sex, blood, here comes your heart
And only sunrise will do us part

sex, blood, here comes your heart...