I don't like you
At least that's what I try to tell myself
Nothing makes me feel good
My tears dwell in your draw-well
Is sex chastisement or redemption?
Desire is just obsession
I'm a shard of glass stuck in your flesh
Setting up another revolution
We're bodies of the darkness
Born in the cradle of retribution

Our desires fuels emergency symptoms
To write another fiction novel
You tease me through a life without reason
Wishing me like a rebel
Just tell me what I already know
Tell me what I still need to know
Why does your face make me think
About good and bad things?
Why does your face make me think
About good and bad things?

I would like you to touch my man heart
I would like you to hug my beast body
Because I'm growling through a blind feeling
As I hear your mortal pleasure scream
The way of men means death
It doesn't matter if a man knows what is good or bad
For faith is a shade

Blackening the heart of the day
Lightening the soul of the night
Deceiving a nation of lies
It took too long to find the truth
Just recall the battle that ensued
When we stop following others
So why should we listen to the philosopher?
Just tell me what I already know
Tell me what I still need to know
Why does your face make me think
About good and bad things?
My bad and good things

We became martyrs for the faith
Through a bitter courtroom battle
Now I came to know the day
I need to back to the night and I will go
To break my bones until they turn to dust
Then I will burn them along with my lust
Why does your face make me think
About good and bad things?