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​Wounded Canvas

This song is by Chants Of Maldoror and appears on the album Every Mask Tells the Truth (2005).

A special passion for the bullets moves my hands
(The boy closes his eyes before the shot)
Caressing barrel steel startles me
(His face collapses on the floor)

A mother stands in throne between two tigers
-Her ald of prostitution-
Her nipples spread her venom for my mouth

Dissepting tables set to marry tender guts
(So just relax your meat and wait)
Incisions strand new pleasures bound
(Describe the way you want be loved)

The figureheads melt their flesh with steel
While monitors light up all the scene
Then greedy spectators rip
Thre shiny black leather
That wrap your soul...