The Lover's Rendezvous

The Lover's Rendezvous The wicked sense of a complete lack of control has always led mankind down roads nobody knows Until it unfolds Until the Devil takes hold Until the bodies get dumped in a hole and the shrieking grandmothers, whom you can never console, clutch the little dead babies to their milkless breasts So just confess! get it off your chest! Peace in rest, and its all in jest Confess! and brush the ashes from your vest as you taxi your honey to your little lust nest in laughter, caressed your sweet little Aryan cum-fest as the grey snow fell, as if straight up from hell The stench of burning flesh smell as the guard dogs growled and the cold wind howled You traded a God of love for a black leather glove and oh yeah, lots of burning in hell