Ett stycke som beskriver mörka kluvna känslor.
I want to kiss you
I want to connect with you
I want you in my bed
The woman who is an affront to god
Religious specters tinge when I see you
God judges me when I feel you
I try to follow the righteous path
But I'm full of degeneracy on the inside
I'm not religious
But I hear the phantasmal call
It permeates the very air and reminds me of the blight.
Your affront is my weakness.
If you are unclean
Why am I the one who feels dirty on the inside?
Why do you feel so wrong?
But so right?