Crimes of Passion

Her hand slipped down into the moistness of herself
She pulled her knees up spread eagle on the bed
Her Chanel bathrobe, torn down the side
He was a willing victim, he couldn't resist her

Shower still dripping, coffee table overturned
The gun still smoking, scream caught in her throat
Her lungs still burning, her tempo throbbing
She reached for a crumpled pack and lit up a smoke

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb
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Johnny and Eddie lay in bed, their limbs entwined
The air full of the sickly sweet smell of Amoll
Their tanned bodies bathed in sweat
They looked like two young gods
Writhing in the throes of ecstasy

Billy ran in, pulled out a knife
Screaming goodbye as johnny begged for his life
Eddie got Billy in a strangle hold
Pushed his face into a blood-stained pillow

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb
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There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb

There's no limit to the depths you can sink to
There's no limit to the heights you can climb