Concrete Sins
Concrete Sins
Did a streak fall like a meteor on my sternum?
Inject away my soul to only let it merge on your bosom,
Never have you dug your nails on your inked palms
It's us now screeching and scratching our nails against our concrete prams,
Had run my coaled hands and my fingers that charred your moist thighs
So your welcome to flood our concrete sins never has it ever dried.
