Bedroom Wars

She came wending 'cross the room, a beauty suffocating the bloom of all the flowers in her way and sad eyes, tempting to mesmerize, ridiculed all my tries to alibi. She said: this place is good, like any other for we'll destroy each other La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la Another scar from a bedroom war Yes, good, like any other for we'll destroy each other With abandon, abandoned, bruised, the smell of desire and decadence fused. Behind misted windows, two disturbed minds entangled in lust, but not of one kind Yes, good, like any other for we'll destroy each other Emptiness, where fulfillment should be Hearts, sliced to pieces and covered with debris All that's wrong with us, written on skin a raptured and weeping diary of sin La-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la Another scar from a bedroom war