Communion Songtext
von Indesinence

When the scent of condoms in the air of virginity
The knowledge of sex brings you a minor gravity
Men are in a solution, your craving is unleashed
Of a greater hunger, waiting for the beast
With shining silver, I give you a steve
A man and a virgin to adore your release
Your secret is poisoned with a dread like haze
As you snatch away an eternal face
Your head deconstructed with beautiful needs
A flesh torn apart and it′s done with frenzy
Your soft skin torso spliced into halves
Yet patterns are seen and colours described
Our love is squeezed with the onion venom Am I to die?
May be you don't mind
Your penis becomes a truss with onion venom
Am I to be free?
Oh no!
Our scotches, it′s a poetry from sorrow
Nonsense is the broken dreams of tomorrow
As Aphrodite rises from the sea of gore
The pupil is the soul that the future is for
Our future was called
A seed shaped for tragedy
We discovered an onion in the face of eternity