Peasant Hands - Woman of Gomorrah

She is
Divine oh woman of dust
Her scent
Of menstrual blood tears and shame
It leaves my soul desperate
Her flesh
Creates desires unclean
She asked
Me if I wanted to dance
Her smoky voice sings to my soul
Breathe deep
Breathe deep
Agony
Agony
Two bodies
Pain and sin
Breathe deep
Breathe deep
Agony
Agony
Two bodies
Pain and sin
She is
Divine oh woman of dust
Her scent
Of menstrual blood tears and shame
It leaves my soul desperate
Her flesh
Creates desires unclean
She asked
Me if I wanted to die
Her smoky eyes burn at my soul
Breathe deep
Breathe deep
Agony
Agony
Two bodies
Pain and sin
Breathe deep
Breathe deep
Agony
Agony
Two bodies
Pain and sin
A distorted
Kind of courtship
She is my devil
I follow her in
This possession waltz
How we twist eternally
An unholy game of lust
How Her presence
Blurs out my view
Woman of Gomorrah
foul woman
Her hair just like woman's hair
And the eyes of Furnace rule
Will turn the stars into disease

Written by:
Joseph Flores

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