Last ride you used,
the heat still leave on the road.
Not mention how sweet was the sin,
The sin we used to wear now you give to her.
The sin we have now you proven to her.
The sin we shared, too crowded to stands.
The sin you treated to the wall, the floor and the bed she used.
The sin you and she said, "it is our obstacle, we must persistent".
The sin you and she said, "it is our obstacle, we must persistent".
The sin that you've signed with a comma in every affection words.
The sin you've shown as trick and illusion so I hypnotized.
No need to hit us and break us down.
I have marked alot to all over your body already.
She tastes mine.
You never choose 'enough' so the end always 'too much'.
Hurricanes will never sleep, if you waits for it silent,
it would never be.
How does it feels being a God of two moons?