Black September - The Murder of My Sweet

You can’t kill my heart, it’s dead

Oh don’t try to guess my name

It’s way more than trick or treat

I’m from hell no damn picnic

They say evil leads nowhere

But see there it got me here

I bet you can fall for me

Just as easy as pretty please

I must fight you with me the strengths of hundred thousand gods

I’m afraid if I look at you I might turn to stone

Look straight in my eyes

We cannot linger this black september

I’m tired of lusting cause of you

We can not prevail come down November, December

I’m telling you now

We cannot continue this charade no

So much to loose, nothing to win

Unless, unless we’re both cut

So they lived ever happily

But that’s not written for me

Kings and Queens should always be

Like the fairytales we read

Its ironic how forbidden fruit

Always grows in knowledge trees

Just a bite won’t hurt a bit

We will share like lions will

I must fight you with the strengths of hundred thousand gods

Oh Sometimes when you loose, you win

I’m afraid if I look at you I might turn to stone

The cut is so deep

It feels like a winter always grows inside of me

My lips are dry shut

But yet your soft kiss bitterly liberating me

My hands are so cold

I can’t wait until you will be holding them again

The cut is so deep

It’s feeding my hunger for your skin against my skin

I can’t let you go

Monday always starts up with a bang

Tuesday always ends up with an accident

Waiting for the black September

Hope that my body does not dismember