Blessed father time to go I cannot stand up here so long White linen absorbs the blood It was heaven a long time ago I used to sleep in clouds of dreams But tonight it's too cold I've realized that God sent me A good reason to let it flow To the floor.. I will lie at the floor again The place where I belong, I belong I'll cut off your dick and your legs Just to you know Please keep your hands off my hands And please don’t... Now put on your fucking dirty clothes And let it flow To the floor... Not now it’s not over Not now she gets colder The twinge Between my ribs The rip Between my legs Shoot me mother lover Love me God fucker I wanna look at your face Before I let it flow To the floor Not now it’s not over Not now she gets colder Life Faker Jesus Savior Dirty Hands Blessed Father Her blue eyes are so pretty to me And she smells like her mother’s milk Her blue skin is getting cold too cold And her scream really fucked with my soul And from her scream begins the silence