كلمات The Sheer Misfit

I admire thou naked neck Its sight makes me shred How the hell its holder should feel With such a treasure by her seal Tragic things surely turn me on And that's the reason I stay forlorn It is for that nature of mine You avoid my look, you wish me to die? Shine as a brand new hawk Your eyesight makes me cold As far as sun folds the mortals' earth You're the colour of my breath Those servants and their common likes Sunblinded struck, dead all lie Unable to see the light It's hidden they claim. In fat inside I wonder, thus my self... I ask Is my temptation the morals' mask? ..my nature I kiss, this beast within My passion peaks, real life grows in.