歌词
I Raise My Craving Hands - Enslavement of Beauty
Written by：Ole Alexander Myrholt
The polaroid of perfection
Demirep and stained with hate
Well wounded I stuttle
The crowd with my vogue lack of faith
The up and coming vendetta
The vultures'extremes
Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything
Spruce me f**king supreme
I raise my craving hands
To the image of her promised land
The succulent teenage cunt
Tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well
Wish me hell
All I ever wanted
Was a story to tell
The absence of goals the lack of control
The absence of aim and the present fame
The absence of goals the lack of control
Everyone knows I should be extolled
The absence of aim and the present fame
Everyone would sell their souls
To play this game
It's the game we play
I raise my craving hands
To the image of her promised land
The succulent teenage cunt
Tempteth me to exeunt
Wish me well
Wish me hell
All I ever wanted
Was a story to tell
To tell