Discesa Allinferno
Discesa Allinferno
No fear of the monster
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I have my methods, daddy
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced