Split Our Sex

Rehearsals to ourselve, in a withdraw delight
Afford a bliss like murder
Omnipotent and acute
Such a guilt of an attouchment
Within god acknowledgement
O, I strike my horses away
From that black junkin' town
I’ll take you there
I bring my bag
For you something else
Rehearsals to ourselve, in a withdrawn delight
Would you adore some knife
'cause it commemorates our wound
Yes, I’ll take you there
I bring my bag
For you something else
I’ll take you there
I’ve brought my bag
For you semething Els
We did lie to split our sexs so far