Taste the Poison Songtext
von Deströyer 666

Come in, sit down
Your knees from the ground
Woman, you hate
Woman, you hate your inner senses raising
Lust is hazing
My mouth′s tracing
Track marks down your bleeding neck

Is it your skin
Your hips, your lips
Your touch, I break
All the vision of color in your lipstick
Sighting my flesh
Hot last breath
It's waiting
Tastes like poison, demoness

Tastes like poison, demoness


Your scent is like a call to me
Ritualistic ecstasy
Your scent is like a call to me
Ritualistic ecstasy

My teeth, I rip your throat
I lick your pain
I suck in the heat of the war
Fuck me, suck me
Break you, take you
Make me want you
Woman, it′s what I want from you

Deep in breathing
I know you need it
It's electric shock
You rock you
It's in your scent
Your taste, your sex
Your blood, your breath
Tastes like poison or demoness