it's not a secret
i cheat like a dirty pig
the taste of flesh in my mouth, i count
seconds for the next time
you know that in our room
lay himher and bedsheet
when forbidden pulpflesh (of an fruit) longs for
shaking
I just don't understand what i should regret
i search from the Book of rules a word about flesh
i'm just a tolling brass
i'm a tingling symbal
and i don't understand what i should regret
a word about flesh
it's not a secret
with a taste of flesh in my mouth, i count
you know that in our room
Forbidden pulpflesh