Mercy - when I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me Mercy - I'm frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me Mercy - when I'm nothing but ego you slap me to let go and sleep free Now I sleep free...
You're my toybox, your my memories when I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep I'm at your feet, I'm at your feet
Mercy - when the grey turns to black and the wave's on my back, you make me smile Mercy - is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown Mercy - it's the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline - you're my lifeline.
I'm the idiot to your poetry when you burn you bleach Everything and all I need is at your feet, Is at your feet.
Mercy - are the licks and the lips of temptation, just tricks, not for playing? Mercy - are you the camera suck, gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being Mercy - are you everything which put the sex into bitch, just faking, do you fake it?
So I celebrate your chemistry If you bond with me I could make your whole world sweet, I'm on my knees.
Compositor: Christopher Anthony Corner (Chris Corner) ECAD: Obra #5427025