I Raise My Craving Hands - Enslavement of Beauty

Written by：Ole Alexander Myrholt

The polaroid of perfection

Demirep and stained with hate

Well wounded I stuttle

The crowd with my vogue lack of faith

The up and coming vendetta

The vultures' extremes

Spruce me up with a sweet little plaything

Spruce me f**king supreme

I raise my craving hands

To the image of her promised land

The succulent teenage cunt

Tempteth me to exeunt

Wish me well

Wish me hell

All I ever wanted

Was a story to tell

The absence of goals the lack of control

The absence of aim and the present fame

The absence of goals the lack of control

Everyone knows I should be extolled

The absence of aim and the present fame

Everyone would sell their souls

To play this game

It's the game we play

I raise my craving hands

To the image of her promised land

The succulent teenage cunt

Tempteth me to exeunt

Wish me well

Wish me hell

All I ever wanted

Was a story to tell

To tell