Letra de Suffering Comes in Sixes
I'm the pastor of pain To things pretty and tight Hard candy sweet tooth (craves) Cotton panties black as nightTattoos of horror come to life Ripped steel, wet lips Razor blades, coffin kiss Salty silk skin, becomes red liquioriceSix victims Six lives Six graves Six dieSuffering comes in sixesUnforgiving hands, anoint tender flesh Choke away, silver tears Funeral drones, beat from my chest Broken blue eyes, scream regretBlood stained hair Cradles once innocent features A tangled burial shround Now hosts a perfect creatureTameeka completes the cycle Until the sky cries again Searching for broken dolls That only I can mend