Holding My Carrot

by SECRET CREATION

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In the spirit of sex, death, dark and rabbits.

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released April 6, 2014

by Damian Master.

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Track Name: My Candle Fears It Won't Be Burned
REACH DEEP
INTO THE WOMB OF THE WORLD
PULL THE FETUS
BURY MY TEETH

INTO FLESH
SOFT AND PINK
SECRET CREATION
NO MORE A MISTAKE

APPLE FALLS
DEEP INTO LEAVES
ROTTEN BREAST-MILK
GREEN WITH DISEASE

BIRTH MARK
IN THE SHAPE OF A NOOSE
TO THE DEATH, TO THE DEATH
TO THE ENDS

OF ETERNITY’S NECK

AS A BLADE
SEEKS A NECK TO FIND PEACE
SO SHALL I
BRING HELL TO THESE STREETS

A MOOD FOR MURDER
AND A PERFECT HEART FOR LUST
BURNING NIGHTMARES
FROM THE OIL OF HER CUNT

HOLDING MY CARROT
I WILL DANGLE IT NOW
ABOVE HER BODY
AND DEEP INTO HER MOUTH

I CUM CANCER
AND SPIT OUT HATE

NO BLOOD FOR MY REDEMPTION
NO MASK FOR MY ULTIMATE FATE

OVER THE MOUTH
A MASKED HAND RETURNS

TO FINISH THE RAPE THAT LIFE HAD BEGUN
AND UNDO THE WILL OF THROUGH THE BURNING OF LOVE

AND AGAIN I WILL CUT
THE ROPES THAT BIND
I CANNOT BE HELD
BY IRON CAGES
BETWEEN DEATH AND BEYOND
A CERTAIN ESSENCE
ADVANCING DAMNATION
Track Name: Whore's Fantasy
A GOLDEN DREAM
FOR A BRIGHT WHITE WHORE
ADAM AND EVE
GOG AND MAGOG TORN

RAPED ON WISHES
OF OTHER MEN
BURNED SKIN AND SEMEN
FANTASIZING THE END

TEAR HER DRESS
LACE WHITE LIES
SACRED PROSTITUTION
SIMPLE ROPES AND TIES

BATHED IN THE SOFT WATERS ROSES
THEIR MASTERS NO LONGER THORNS

WRAPPED IN THE MYSTERY OF ANCIENT CREATIONS
THE RABBITS COME HOME TO SLEEP

DEEP IN HER BRAIN
A POISONOUS WORM
DEEP IN HER LEGS
A POISONOUS SNAKE

ALWAYS A SLAVE
NEVER WILL BE FREE
ALWAYS A SLAVE
ALWAYS REMAIN IN CHAINS

DEEP IN BASEMENT WALLS
STUCCO LINED
COLD TILE
FULL MOUTH

EMPTY PROCESSION
SPILLING OUT

A JOYLESS ENTRY
INTO A VACANT COFFIN

SPUN LIKE SPIDER WEB SILK
GREASED UP TO DANCE
GREASED UP TO BE A BEAST

THE PAIN
OF LACERATIONS
BLED OUT
INTO SHEETS