heart of lust

Fatal Syndrome
a heart of gold turn black
she's got a red dress made of blood
murder and lies incarnates
as a wicked woman walks her curves
she's got blood writen lies on her lips
steals your soul and sucks you dry
you rip my skin with your finger tips
your so lusty and hot to fuck
enjoy the liquids i put on your face
i'm not a fool anymore
go die you stupid bitch
truth is your just a whore
heart of lust
heart of lies
she's got blood writen lies on her lips
steals your soul and sucks you dry
you rip my skin with your finger tips
You tried to turn things to dark and lust
your cries mean nothing to me now
wicked hearts like you need no trust
she's got blood writen lies on her lips
steals your soul and sucks you dry
you rip my skin with your finger tips
you walk amoung the wicked ones
stealing the souls you earned but the punishment for lust is do
well bitch welcome to a flaming pit
burning in the jewels you craved forever