As the moonlight was creeping over, the shadows crawled up her legs,
and down her spine.
Thieves raided her heart!
I can feel her dripping down my skin, leaving me on my knees, falling down my eyes,
fading into a bitter temptation.
She's my addiction. The broken moon, she's shed her skin and revealed her gold, releasing me from myself.
Through this temptation, he keeps her close and she whispers cheap regrets fading into a bitter temptation.