PmDamiann(Canceled

truss you up in pretty patterns Oh, to dress your flesh up with the works Perfectly portioned by a dagger Serving the finest leftover dessert Why would I desecrate a carcass? Oh, why let the offal go to waste? It's love that guides my cleaver with such tenderness A perfect strike to fix the horror on your face! The slaughter's mine Oh, blood and viscera divine Preserved and primed Each muscle divvied up to dine And in the high, 我存在 (wǒ cúnzài) Tasting 血淋淋的爱 (xiělínlín de ài) I'l

Oh, your heart Aortic work of art My love, my knife To carve it out, your life So grab a plate, have a taste 这口味让我陶醉 (Zhè kǒuwèi ràng wǒ táozuì) I'm still preying on a butcher's vein Still praying, hopeless and in vain

*Potemer Throws a Rock at you* Potemer: That's it, I've Had Enough of you.

Potemer: I think he's a little embarrassed...

PMDamiann: s-shut up!

*The police officers start laughing* Police officer: You guys are so cute together!

*Potemer pulls Damian closer, so that their faces are only inches apart*

Potemer: You know, I've been thinking...

*Damian looks at him, confused. What could he possibly want to say at a time like this?*

Potemer: So What? Age Doesn't Matter In Love!