Heels-Q-Tip

Heels - Q-Tip I cleanse my skin in flames of hell From blood and shame and lepers' smell Flowers unnamed and forsaken by reason Are growing like weeds in the garden of treason As man is my victim it's he who I torture Engaged in perversions with Judas's daughter I salvage my soul in the essence of violence My gospel is wisdom but censured and silenced We dance in nights of broken glass Where stars collide and dreams collapse We dance in nights of broken glass The past we disowned will awaken again Our conscience of bloodshed bears witness to shame The world we pursue is forsaken by man The earth is my kingdom it is where I dance I salvage myself in perversions and wine Consumed and depraved by the bondage of time In lust I redeem all my yearnings and needs Let's murder in nightmares of pleasures besieged We dance in nights of broken glass Where stars collide and dreams collapse We dance in nights of broken glass Defiance of worship on thorns I decay The twilight of conscience my salvage portrayed The penance of forfeit your verdict received In judgement we dream of confessions deceived The killing of mankind won't ever desist I'm God, I am Satan, I'm all that there is The sun is my kingdom it is where I dwell In high heels we wander through heaven and hell We dance in nights of broken glass Where stars collide and dreams collapse We dance in nights of broken glass