Temptations of the Flesh, Song by me... Options

[OMENsean]

The feel of steel, slicing through your flesh,
Is intriguing to many kinds.
The feel of blood dripping off your body,
Runs rampid through your mind.

As time goes by, the razor dulls,
The cuts begin to fade.
Nobody questions, nobody wonders,
They all know how they're made.

(Chorus)
The razor slipping through the skin,
Always makes for the sweatest of sin.
Blood flowing in streams, dripping to the floor,
Now open the floodgates, I WANT MORE!

The cuts on your arms, scratches on your legs,
You don't even know your place.
You never know what you're gonna' do,
You've started your fall from Grace.

(Chorus x2)

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