The Temptress

Lyin asleep Coldness in her eyes There’s trouble down the line Taking all your worth You called me a playboy Strictly judging me, Your scarring, won’t hurt A justified reprieve Sinning in a world Where evil sways you with delight A weakness you can’t overthrow The temptress never dies This grueling thorn Digs deep inside of me It burns in you to Why can’t we be free? You don’t even know me Yet I’m crucified by your eyes, My heart’s filled with lusting But yours it holds only lies. Things being rough That’s just the way it is Just keep the faith All yah need is one good kiss