Twirl with her in the dim-lit garden
Give me the beauty – I’ll deflower
Flower and bloom in the rotten soil
Reach for the heavens
Reach down into hell, where I feel at home
Give me the fire I deserve
How could the Lord entrust a darling innocent like you with me, a slave to passions?
The seed I bear in me, corrupted by my father’s life
I try to dig it out through fiery coals
I never knew what love could do
It’s powerful and burns
I never thought that I could change
And still I doubt there’s good
Days to years in a ruthless death march
Make the earth my cradle
I desire my death and an endless vacuum
Grant me no judgment
Deny Truth
Each day I fight to be worthy
To be what you deserve