Lately, it seems that everyday is spent with un-pure thoughts that I repent, Temptation is everywhere and I tell myself that I don't care, She displays herself, naked for all her admirer's- Calling all the Vampires.
With all of the things that you say and do,
You're making me want you.
And I can't keep my hands off myself, The bottle of red, upon the shelf, The God Of Wine knows all of my secrets, and I hide behind my creative facade, All along, dipping into the liquid God- Red. What's going on in my heart, my head, Sometimes, I think I'd be better off dead. I'm slowly going insane, Cause there's a demon in my brain. Liquid beauty, parades herself in open view, And i forget the reason I fell in love with you. My eyes wide shut, the silent screams reverberate, The alcohol permeates, And I break down and touch my sin, Angel's fall. Tell me, how do I begin-
I throw the bottle against the wall, It shatters with a crash- The last of my tempting stash, Blood red stains seep into my skin, Cleansing me of my Temptuous sin. And The God Of Wine loosens Her grip, Winking at me,
She knows that I'll slip. [youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLEXgfoVqB4]