Flesh of the Lotus - 213 Lyrics

I give my victims
A sense of comfortability
So that they can
Come with me, willingly
I make up, these sordid fabrications
Filled with these medications
I lure them in
And i, make them feel worthy
And by the end of the night
I devoid them of
Everything, they seem to be
And i take
Oh yes, i take
Advantage of them
I take advantage of them
Immediately
I worship their bodies
And i begin to dismember them
Through my afflictions
I rid myself of these torments
I rid myself of these torments
Detaching their limbs
Saving them for pleasure
Glancing down
I witness
My, my new treasure