Late Night, Red Wine Blight Songtext / Lyric

Craving hands carved in my back

If love was present I'd make it crack

Cynical tripping from here to there

It'll turn out less painful if I don't care



Sweetest dearie

Mother Mary

ramble, rumble

the sanguine stumble



Discipline

disciple queen

smell the pyre

death rate dire



I trance in a cynic snakepit eden

The apple of sin seems so easy to sell

I need no love to define this climax

All I need is pure Hollywood hell...






Love is dead and hate ruins the set

Eve goes down on the fair Juliet

Date rape dogma and hell supreme

I am the artist that paints the extreme...



Rapping simmer

always shimmer

scent the quibble

always nibble



Solve the quiz

with a kiss

kiss the hustle

solve the puzzle



Taste the mire

lust, desire

rape and struggle

finally snuggle...



I trance in a cynic snakepit eden

The apple of sin seems so easy to sell

I need no love to define this climax

All I need is pure Hollywood hell



Solve the quiz with a kiss

kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle...