Sadistik - Elizabeth Bathory Lyrics
Our lips connect to disconnect and kiss away the griefYour fingers look like stingers and your wings are made of teethAs you chew through the sky and try to sing the day to sleepLet them sing the solemn licks, venom lingers on my lipsWhen it's time to sink or swim I'll let it sink into my skinSelf defence mechanisms help the stressUnless it's given when I read your lips you'd better spell correct my little vixenIs my copper crown polished nowThis is what it's like when my top down bottom's outSo bottoms up when I drop down to the groundVictim of her majesty, Elizabeth Bathory