Innocent Sinners
I know you know Your beer is as bitter as our hope But it pleases you or us in distinct way Like a smell of nectar of finest flower the bees are looking for So distinct, so special, so forbidden
Your eyes tells everything The denial of sudden confusion Madness takes away our logic minds We are not in a right condition to discuss Well, we never try to remedy our heart to cooperate with demanding morals Because we are always too drunk
My mind keeps nagging And the mouth cannot utter any words I am lost and nobody seems able to help You bring me into a sanguine desperation Not meant to blame you but you look fine because you already have everything And I can only give you nothing
We do not know what we want You say we cannot stop so I am not stopping But are you not tired of this lunacy and uncertainty? What are you looking for in this dark-full of wolves forest? We always enjoy the sins while the wolves are crying out loud Enjoying the night that we do not deserve
