Kristi from Dystopia by Black Heart's Society

I take this time to fix.
Wounds deep inside, I'm sick.
Knife, dance on my skin.
Thoughts of hope die within.

Shadows and bits of mist.
Crimson Blood // Crimson Kiss
Crimson Crypt // Crimson Lips
Wounds we lick, they depict:

3 1 0 // 6 6 6
6 6 6 // 6 6 6

3 1 0 // 6 6 6
Heroin, fist, what's your fix?
3 3 3 // 1 1 1
Kristi hides. Run, run, run.

Too much pain. So much sex.
So much nothing. So much, yes.
I convex // Circumflex
Throw away time // Throw it up, bless.

Blasphemous ways // Manic waves
Shadows hide // Carry these chains
Do what I say // Whip to the back
Call the maniacs // Sound the attack...

3 1 0 // 6 6 6
6 6 6 // 6 6 6

3 3 3 // 1 1 1
Kristi hides. Run, run, run.

3 3 3 // 1 1 1
3 3 3 // Fun, fun, fun.

3 1 0 // 6 6 6
6 6 6 // 6 6 6

Six // Six // Six
Sicks / / Sicks // Sex

Sex // X // SIN

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