The vicious cycle.

Come back sometimes and take me my beloved sentiment.
Come back and take me.
Lead me astray by your false values.
Tempt me with your alluring melodies and
intoxicating scents.
Strangle my potent qualms with
your ruthless hands made of vice and
captivate me there!
In the dungeon of sin and soul ordeal.

Where the insatiable lust defies the norms and
exceeds the amount of blood.
Where the body is aroused and bound
with delusive promises,
implores for the brutal stroke of its tamer.

I know you're wrong.
I know you're my demise.
But come sometimes and take me my beloved sentiment.
When diamonds glisten at velvet night
and senses escape from the virtue's realm,
hunting for the mellow taste of his roughness.

When the body is aroused and bound
with delusive promises
beams at the feigned love of its tamer.