For Her Pleasure — Tiamat

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 afternoon I rise for the pleasure of dying twice a wingcut anges in decline breathe my air and I'll be fine

put your teeth in me carve your name in me I don't care if there is something that I'm 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