And the sky starts to melt away,
as your hair blows in the wind.
Tears fall far from your face
conceeved by this immaculate sin
When I herd you were gona die
my life started to pass by.
Reserved for a moonlit sky.
Controlled by a darkend mind.
This life, dark defined.
Forbiden form your kind.
Brought together and confined.
This life is killing you.
White sorrounds me.
But not inside me.
You satisfied me,
and now your dead.
I didnt want to.
But I had to.
Please forgive me.
This love, my sin.
