[ Featuring Honey Maid ]
In more than one,
Tied in the front.
Bleach on her lips
Dried in the sun.
Her body seeps -
In more than earth.
In heart and mind,
Doubts all return
I know you win -
How cold I am -
I aim you, please
In all, it seems!
With whom concerned,
No worth no heart!
In one more time,
I'll close my eyes -
Pull back the skin,
No warmth within...
I know you win,
How cold I am.
I aim you, please.
In all, it seems!
With whom concerned,
No worth no heart!
