Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

I gave you light
I seared off the oceans
To show you my devotion
I've lived your fright.

I wanna be the infamy
I wanna wound your caprice
I need to try your malice
You should tame my misery.

I wanna lick your beauty
I wanna scar your sweetened wounds
To reap your rotten fruits
Your loving gotta suit me.

Oh, let me be the one
Who sets you free
See how love unveils
Her incomparable mystery.

I wanna feel your hungry skin
I wanna be the sacrificed
I'll make you the holy praised
Whore... of my radiant sin.

I wanna see you sacrificed
I wanna be the hungry skin
To share with you the greatest sin
My holy, capricious whore!

I've been kissin' the filth
My tongue's been bleedin'
I've been stealing you a wing
My dark, sinister angel.

Oh, let me touch your guilty soul
Let me be your hungry skin
Let me be your thrilling dream
Let me rape your open wounds.

Oh, let me see your other face
We belong to the same disgrace
I was the dead you fettered
... you were the angel I raped...