Erotic Mutations - Tartharia

IT FEELS LIKE A LOSS

IT TAKES LIKE A ROUT

THE COIN IS TOSSED

TO PLAY FOR A BOUT

THE DREADFUL EMBRACE

OF EROTIC MUTATIONS

CRYPTIC ACCOUNTS

REMOTE DESTINATIONS

ECSTATIC RESOURCES

WATCH THE VELVET LIPS

ASK THE DANCING HIPS

FOR A BITCHY FLIRT

WITH POUNDING ATROCITY

A DEPRESSIVE RESEARCH

FEEL THE WOUNDED ARMS

GRAD THE FLESHY BUMS

HIT THAT BLOODY SPEED

PLUNGING OFF YOUR HEAD

NAKED AND WET

CORAL DEVOTIONS

A MELTED MAKE-UP

DIRTY COMPOSURE

MAKES THE ENDS MEET

RUDE INCLINATIONS

SCARED LIKE HELL

STILL GREEDY AND JEALOUS

WHEN THE NIGHT HAS SET

WHEN THE ROSE IS RED

GET WHAT YOU EXPECT

FROM A SILKY LEG

IT BREAKS LIKE A CLAW

IT CUTS LIKE A THORN

IT TREMBLES LIKE SAND

WHEN THE COIN IS LOST

HIDE YOUR HEART WAY

READY TO ESCAPE

HAVE YOUR WILL ERASED

SHELTERED IN A CAGE

WHEN YOU LOSE YOUR BREATH

WHEN YOU TEMPT YOURSELF

BLESS YOUR GODDAMN LUCK

FOR A PRECIOUS DEATH