Chaos With - Flames Of Hell Lyrics

I was going for help
At the moment of inspiration
A new kind of necrophilia
Self photography..

I looked over the accident
Your face bashed against the windshield
Blood everywhere

It was so hot

I peeled your head from the glass, then went off to get the camera

It was so hot

I shoved my fat ass between your chest and the steering wheel
Ran my tongue over your bruised and bleeding cheek

It was so hot

I can't say what else I did because there's a such thing as censorship

F*ck politics