Tentacles

Sink into death Sink into wine, my love This seamstress weaves her web To catch the sweetest dove My doe, the path you walk Is ill-lit and slender And though the virgin lives in your heart Be sure I have claws to rend her I mock you in your sleep I am that painful tread of your every waking moment Eat of my flesh, drink of my scalding crimson And all the fetid deeds you swore never to perform? Well, you're in The Doghouse now All those vile deeds will be the norm Drink deep, my friend Drink down this liquid dust Feel the teeth of my grinning mouth In your gut at every thrust I'll cake your face with paint Tint your lips and your sex red I'll teach you to smile through the sobs With your hand out and with your legs spread I mock you in your sleep I am that painful tread of your every waking moment Eat of my flesh, drink of my scalding crimson And all the fetid deeds you swore never to perform? Well, you're in The Doghouse now All those vile deeds will be the norm Shhh, sink into sleep But never find rest Just keep breathing deeply through Every vile caress of your breast My doe, the path you walk Is ill-lit and slender And though the virgin lives in your heart Be sure I have claws to rend her And all the fetid deeds you swore never to perform? Well, you're in The Doghouse now All those vile deeds will be the norm Oh! You are in The Doghouse now All those vile deeds will be the norm, hey!