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
Fuck politics