Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh
Burning cries of torment from the forsaken
The departed gather at the judgment gates chanting we are the true believers
the essence of your beauty permeates my soul
when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell
There are millions of colors in the spectrum but none can color you
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
She lost her innocence’s to the dark side of life in her room all alone
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
No one cares as the rose peddle falls no one can see the silhouette
parking down the street walking very discreet to my back alley girl I slip inside wiping the tears
none cares to listen as the rose peddle falls none sees
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Frolicking in the shadows of desire don’t worry love
