Beat - Sweet Eve

A hunter now a taste for violence

Peering through the empty silence

Reaching back, look through the air for

The one who looks so full of fear so I can get some piece of meat

Dying of feeling the feeling to breed

Passion holding to the silence and pain

Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains

Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and

The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in Nothing to see

Set you free

Keeping the feeling

Atrophy

A hunter now a town’s own mirror

Another victim wanting terror

A hint of interest clears the air for

An invite to the lion’s lair cause

Maybe her daddy can’t treat her like me Strapped to the bed with no reason to be Passion holding to the silence and pain

Keeping at pace with the whips and the chains

Simmer the wax for the weekend bride and

The tick of the time bomb that keeps your mind in Nothing to see

Set you free

Keeping the feeling

Atrophy