• Burning temptation

Strange, and I hate your illness
love to hear your voice
detest to listen those words
I'd drown you, if you could swim

Rare, I'm waiting to see you again
and show you the less I look at you
and so you won't see into my eyes
for I don't want you to see me naked from within

I want to tie a korn around your neck
and caress it sweatly with my nails
I'd make you the deepest wound
to prove myself there's something deeper than your eyes

And you talk to me, I always wait for that
and I pray you'd listen to me too
and so then make bleed your ears
so you could taste the blood,
so you then suffer more than me
when I taste my tears