Letra de Sacred

Perversity, lust, decadence Mankind's prior frustration My mind hardly can comprehend Mating the sole destination This decline of romanticism I do regret indeed Replaced by forms of fetishism It makes my heart bleed Born in a wrong century A label that I gladly wear For there should be room for mystery And to touch a soulmate's hair Eroticism a fine form of art But why share it with the world For I care for matters of the heart In this 21st century world This decline of romanticism I do regret indeed Replaced by forms of fetishism It makes my heart bleed Born in a wrong century A label that I gladly wear For there should be room for mystery And to touch a soulmate's hair And to touch a soulmate's hair And to touch a soulmate's hair