Cornflowers - Sopor Aeternus
If I had Oh if I only had a proper cunt
I would be delighted to lift my skirt for you
I would gladly take your hard cock in my hands
And bury it ever so deeply in the darkness of my tomb
Come my handsome ghost of lust and masturbate for me
I promise it will get you out of your misery
I have been sleeping on the flours for days to keep myself from dreaming
A punishment for things delayed and maybe for disbelieving
Don't scare away the old crows in the field
Walking in lumber through rows and rows of corn
I am madly in love with a sad illusion don't you see -
But then again aren't we all
He will build a temple a temple for your Schwanz
And he will build it with his mouth
He will chant the poetry words of heartfelt longing
All through the lonely midnight hours
If I had a proper cunt I'd lift my skirt for you
I'd take your hard cock in my hands and bury it deeply in my tomb