The Most from Sorry by Sheila She Loves You

oh my haunting god
you know that I would never
let someone tear us apart
but if you truely force me
to be your sweet lover
then you know I need Satan the most
you sensed it as I entered her furry gate

across the hall behold
an appetent being
with a face framed by asters
I kneeled down as tears
soaked my trembling hands
and then I knew I'm needing Satan the most
he gave me a caring kiss for each tear

oh my well-bred friends
how dare you to enwrap me
in empty words and hollow laws
I've gone beyond the truth
now it's my time to crush yours
for we know you need Satan the most
forever enslaved

oh my haunting god

• Pop
• dark
• dystopia
• escapism
• fantasy
• transcendental
• universalism
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