Sunday, April 24, 2011

Infidelilty



Fetters of customs and morals
The world, full of chains...
Crushing the truth every moment..
A lie is what remains..

Following my heart blindly
What if I cross that secret line?
And turn this world over
in the race to make you mine?

Hearts are pounding slow
The stars are shining bright.
It would be a sin to let go,
and fall down low tonight.

What if it's a divine plan,
and with me, you belong?
What if it's a grave mistake,
and forgotten before long?

It is the God forbidden apple...
and it's an offence for us to bite
But I'd rather stay in hell forever,
To be with you for this night.