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?