Perfect Love

I will not live the hypocrisy of concrete
Lord punish me, Lord punish me for my sins
Feel the disease of your black lace
Lord punish me cause I want you to hear my prayers

I tied her wrists to the dreams of my desire
I tied her soul to the moan of my pride
Her body surrendered
To my Perfect Love
She lost her defences
To my Perfect Love

Hide the nature
Bury it
It's a disease
It's your disease

The fruits of decay grow inside of me
Lord punish me, Lord punish me for my sins

I tied her wrists to the dreams of my desires
I tied her soul to the moan of my pride
Her body surrendered
To my Perfect Love
She lost her defences
To my Perfect Love

I tied her wrists to the dreams of my desires
I tied her soul to the moan of my pride
Her body surrendered
To my Perfect Love
She lost her defences
To my Perfect Love