PRIMITIVE CONTAGIONS
Performed by Johnny Stranger
Written by Peter Anthony
That’s what it tastes like
That’s how it feels
Primitive contagions
You’ll be broken on the wheel
I can’t feel any feeling at all
Lies on your tongue
Speaking, give me the answer for my
Confirmation
Terror wrecking my heart
Does it prove
My devotion?
Now the craving I feel for your blood
Is the violence of love
That’s what it tastes like
That’s how it feels
Primitive contagions
You’ll be broken on the wheel
I don’t need to confront what I fear
Creating Gods
Speaking Lucifer cleaves the vision
Dissects the heart
Sweet delusion, I fill my desire
With wretched above
Now the craving I feel for your blood
Is the violence of love
That’s what it tastes like
That’s how it feels
Primitive contagions
You’ll be broken on the wheel