Martin Grech. Guiltless. Zeneszám

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taste of purest roses
you cut me and it feels good
i felt the breath of stigma
like every little boy should

first comes alchemy
then comes loyal
then comes sensual
and then comes holy
then comes debauchery
and then comes fortune
then comes godly and then comes joy (guiltless)

heaven spilt on wishes
i can taste you on my fingers
you kissed me and the wounds bled
just the way you had predicted

first comes alchemy
then comes loyal
then comes sensual
and then comes holy
then comes debauchery
and then comes fortune
then comes godly and then comes joy (guiltless)

guiltless

father says
i'll always be
a mess you see
it's my destiny