Is it Lust? Or are you entitled to me? If no means no, then why don't you fucking get it? I would rather die than give my body to you The colors are blurred into shades I can feel the tension surging again My name now carries your curse Feeding on the casualties of misled loyalty Forcing out any love Only seven years And you'll have never known my skin Another seven years And the life you ruined will finally be cleansed Your lust is not love I am not your fucking toy I'm giving in to the guilt I let you drag me into hell Only seven years You'll have never known my skin In seven years My life will finally begin Is it Lust? Or is this just something meant for nothing? You'll never change and no one can break through to you Connections cut, forced to face the fallout My existence is non-existent I don't know who I am anymore All alone in your macrocosm The slow decay has taken its toll The Phantom limbs will carry me home Your lust is not love I am not your fucking toy I'm giving in to the guilt I let you drag me into hell Only seven years You'll have never known my skin In seven years Our life will finally meet its end Dead inside and only here to fuck you when you decide I need to