You make me feel
Like thirteen again

In love with someone
With a mouth full of ****

But when you talk
It feels like you're ******* gold
And I love gold
And diamonds too

True; your eyes don't shine like diamonds
But I like how they glitter
Like ******* shards of glass
When you gaze and talk **** bitter

About the music I love
And the music I hate
And it's music to my heart
That you will probably break

And I do care 'bout what you say
Because again

You're ******* gold

The deafening clangs of a silver coin
On concrete as deep as a crying prose
Among others' silver, my gold shall join
For my wish is as precious, I suppose

Yes, I am aware; I am not alone
Who wishes for that element of love
Dug deep from the caverns of your rib bone
Or from treasures of the giants above

Lust. The way I starve and crave
For that red voluptuous lips
And the other one underneath.

Gluttony. The way I would never
Have enough of your flesh
And your rawness and innocence.

Greed. The way I will never
Share you with anyone else.
Be with me 'till my days in hell.

Lust. Gluttony. Greed.
It's almost poetry by themselves.
Those words fit each other.

Lust. Gluttony. Greed.
So deadly and yet
We are beautiful together.