Dir En Grey

Sadistic sadistic sadistic awaken the sadist
Sadistic sadistic sadistic bury the sadist
Sadistic sadistic sadistic sever the masochist
Sadistic sadistic let's begin this platonically
The sallowed, greedy insects
Are my frustrated sympathisers
Rotten apples inside my gastric juices
Won't you try the soup of sexual desire?
The dripping, oozing pink maggots that
Soak in the formaline of sadistic desire
Rotten strawberries inside of that*
A sour marinee prepared with blood
Filth High
Let's see a movie, holding hands like I promised you
Saying farewell in this evening before the apples and strawberries go rotten
The dream stretches forth, while we're kissing like I promised you