Corpus Delicti
poisoned dead flowers
A poison
Runs from their leaves
A taste
Flows, it's so sweet
A touch
Die on the thorn
The hope
I won't reborn
Let me smell, let me breath
Let me drink
Let me lick
The death on my lips
There are dead flowers
Dead flowers...
A smile
Bursts
Bursts on their skin
The joy
Dies as I sink
A petal
Flies in my head
And jesus
Grins on my grave
Let me smell, let me breath
Let me drink
Let me lick
The death on my lips
There are dead flowers
Dead flowers...
- :
- Obsessions
- Twilight
- Sylphes
- A New Saraband of Sylphes
- The History of Corpus Delicti
- Goth Box
- The Gothic Sounds of Nightbreed
- New Dark Noise
- The Best of Corpus Delicti
- Gothika
- Darkend: The Gothic Rock Compilation, Volume 2
- Gothic Compilation, Part LII
- Gothika: a Gothic and Industrial Mix for Your Lost Soul
- The Gothic Sounds Of Nightbreed Volumes One & Two
- The Gothic Sounds of Nightbreed 2
- Last Obsessions
- Sarabands
- What Sweet Music They Make, Volume 1
- From Dawn to Twilight
- Ceremonial: A Tribute to Joy Division