The Face of My Innocence

As the reasons came and went

And swept across the face of my innocence

I was lost

To know your face and your true shade

To feel your lips, and to be bade

To praise the night

To praise my unknown faith

Must I sure find a way

To infest the wound?

Infest the wound

Inside the wound that draws me near

And cries my name, and feeds my presence

I am here

To know your face and your true shade

To hide in here, in this place

I long for one piece with you

I cry for my peace is in you

Inside the wound I hope to find

The essence and presence of you

Inside the wound I hope to learn

The art of fucking you

Inside the wound I hope to find

The essence and presence of you

Inside the wound I hope to learn

The art of fucking you

After the reasons came and went

And swept across the face of my innocence

I was lost

Inside the wound that draws me near

And cries my name, and feeds my presence

I am here

To know your face and your true shade

To feel your lips, and to be bade

To know your face and your true shade

To hide in here, in this place

I long for one piece with you

I cry for my peace is in you