You think you deserve the penalty
the gift of all restraints
the fact is you could never learn
the guilty cannot deceive.
If deception was a game tonight
the players would be cruel indeed
then pray that all you can see
is innocene astounded.
What do you want from me?
Needing me beyond the need of love, can there be such a thing?
I know secrets are careless still
they whisper too loudly
they like to be peacocks
and get praised for their bodies
But the spider of truth has spun her webs
and those gossamers don't take kindly to forbidden loves
because in the end they merely chase kisses
and the flesh becomes undone in rot
What do you want from me?
Ecstacy beyond the door of ecstacy, can there be such a thing?
So beg me to be a little hopeless
because my logic doesn't accept these hidings
you sure you want those things?
My forbidden eye got scarred by bleeding for your lusts
I know what you wanted from me
Truth besides the beyond the truth, surely, there can be such a thing.
