I told you once but I will say it again

when you live the flesh it is the beginning

of the end

it will take you in

it will spit you out

behold the flesh and the power it holds

passion is a poison laced with pleasure bitter sweet

one of many faces that hide deep beneath

it will take you in

it will spit you out

behold the flesh and the power it holds

touch, taste, breathe, consumed

deja-vu. already knew from the first encounter

but know I know to let go of words to speak no more

like a wind upon your face you can't see it

but you know it's there, when beauty shows

its ugly face, just be prepared.



(Solo Schuldiner)



Passion burns like fire carried by the wind

the end of a time, a time to begin

it builds you up one way and tears

you right back down, a time to begin

the end of a time.



Touch, taste, breathe, consumed