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Chaos / Lyrics / Lust

Beloved creature,
Lover, teacher-
Open myself, come out from inside,
And i still can’t cry.

Don’t even touch what isn’t yours,
Won’t risk what could be.
Fly away, dreams of pain,
Love to hate the wicked game.

Vulnerable, a touch could shatter.
Feelings not understood,
Does it matter?

I want to crawl inside,
Let me try-
To be a part of it,
Will you make me quit?

Your gift of sin i crave for,
Blood of yours a taste i wish to know,
Give me yourself…

The concepts of both 'Good' and 'Evil' are merely subjective associations in relation to a conditioned reaction to pain and pleasure.