She came wending 'cross the room, a beauty
suffocating the bloom of all the flowers in her way
and sad eyes, tempting to mesmerize,
ridiculed all my tries to alibi.
She said: this place is good, like any other
for we'll destroy each other
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Another scar
from a
bedroom war
Yes, good, like any other
for we'll destroy each other
With abandon, abandoned, bruised,
the smell of desire and decadence fused.
Behind misted windows, two disturbed minds
entangled in lust, but not of one kind
Yes, good, like any other
for we'll destroy each other
Emptiness, where fulfillment should be
Hearts, sliced to pieces and covered with debris
All that's wrong with us, written on skin
a raptured and weeping diary of sin
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Another scar
from a
bedroom war
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