Archive for December 1991

Send out the invitation
Welcome death through your door

Scream out for your salvation
while you’re crippled on the floor

Next day without sedation
finds you begging for more

My slave – Punchvein
My soul – Punchvein
My flesh – Punchvein
- Punchvein
Your blood – Punchvein
Your need – Punchvein
Your death – Punchvein
- Punchvein

You grew a bit too accustomed
to the tracks in your hide

Gotta find a higher thrill
Stick the next fix in your eye

Til every artery is scourged
and you’ve disguised your pain
I will remain
Punchvein