Scream

I love to hear you scream, or do I?
It’s like you’re in afflict, you know why?
I’m abhorrent, intolerably gung ho…
I can incite pain, the worst you’ll ever know.
I like the way you scream, or do I?
I’m as ardent about it, you know why?
I’m a bruiser, as much as you want me to be
I can extrude your life, and set you free.

Scream, honey…the howl of the Banshee…
Say the unknown, the unaware, so they can see…

You’re my amaranthine lady, haven’t you known
I like you dead, ripped, skinned to the bone…
You sentinsize me, Oh! You’re seraphim
Id slit a nerve with my razor, burn you to the brim
Yes, I long to hear you scream, its not sadism
Its instigates a devious thermal purgism
I’m a predator, insatiably precarious
I want to prick you like a needle, blood n pus

Scream, honey…the howl of the Banshee…
Say the unknown, the unaware, so they can see…

I love to hear you scream, or do I?
It reminds me of her, you know why?
My desire is Abstruse, its abysmal…
Velvet, blood n wine in the great hall…
I like the way you scream, or do I?
Stroking your ashen face, you know why?
Loving you, it’s like the devil’s touch…
When you wail, I adore you much…

Scream, honey…the howl of the Banshee…
Say the unknown, the unaware, so they can see…