Ephemeral Embrace - Sick Love

Sometimes love is not like it seems
Sometimes passion is not like spring
Who can say what love is?
Who can say which is the right choice?

Sick love
Sick

Inside themselves there was a desire
In their hearts a yearning of death

Touch his body
Lick her lips
Taste the flavor of their skin
Grab my hand
Push in the blade
Together we'll take their life away

The flames in their eyes
Are blowing out by our love
My darling, aim at the head
And give the last shot to them

In the middle of blood
We are dancing around
Near the dead bodies
Lying on the ground

Sometimes love is not like it seems
Sometimes passion is like to kill

Sick love
Sick

Written by:
Riccardo Donghi

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