I'm always so connected but interdict
The attraction is involved, I'm so drawn
Measure me by my morals, so unjust but I like it
You can't move me with conflict, it will never touch
Sugar is sweet in the mouth of transgression
Wonder morsel you love me, paralyzed
Before we nurture the whole leaven
Induce me as a section of my shade
Verve before, I'm scrubbing, plain sickness, twenty one scars