作词 : Petterson, Tomas 作曲 : Petterson, Tomas In my little black dress I have come to confess That defiance is not what it seems I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt From the women I’ve tried to appease I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold I will bury my face in your loins I will master this dance with my cock in your hands There's a slot in my back for the coins There's a little black man in the palm of my hand Who keeps saying that fire will come I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth So my legs they are starting to numb In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole Just to marvel when evil comes out Let my silence convey all the things I can’t say You can salvage my *** with your mouth In my little black dress I have come to confess That defiance is not what it seems My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head Are we searching for omens to see? Every moment of fate is determined by hate Please bestow me a reason to kill There’s a little white man in the palm of my hand Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt I put out I put in, it’s my cardinal sin Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine What we build always fall There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence Let's make demons and gods out of men Can compassion survive when we cease to comply With the concept of death as the end?
作词 : Petterson, Tomas 作曲 : Petterson, Tomas In my little black dress I have come to confess That defiance is not what it seems I am covered in dirt and my fingers they hurt From the women I’ve tried to appease I am soothing my soul with indulgence and gold I will bury my face in your loins I will master this dance with my cock in your hands There's a slot in my back for the coins There's a little black man in the palm of my hand Who keeps saying that fire will come I have wandered this earth from the time of my birth So my legs they are starting to numb In the heart of my soul I will make me a hole Just to marvel when evil comes out Let my silence convey all the things I can’t say You can salvage my *** with your mouth In my little black dress I have come to confess That defiance is not what it seems My devotion is dead like the thoughts in my head Are we searching for omens to see? Every moment of fate is determined by hate Please bestow me a reason to kill There’s a little white man in the palm of my hand Who keeps saying to do what thou wilt I put out I put in, it’s my cardinal sin Please enjoy throwing pearls before swine What we build always fall There is nothing at all that will last till the ending of time Only carnage makes sense, let the madness commence Let's make demons and gods out of men Can compassion survive when we cease to comply With the concept of death as the end?
