Aesthetics of the transgression to begin with the angel
The lonely middle of the night not to be able to do anything
I cannot live when I do not hear a voice only for you
I cannot live when I do not look straight only at you
Aesthetics of the transgression to begin with the devil
In a deep sleep not to be able to do anything for
I cannot live when I do not hear a voice only for you
I cannot live when I do not look straight only at you

Wish you Will you Wish you
A swing not to notice
Make you Look you Make you
To advance in the future

When I meet, I can say nothing to you, to you honey
I rebel when I make a letter to you, to you honey

Aesthetics of the transgression to begin with oneself
In the deep foggy point that I cannot get away from
I cannot live when I do not hear a voice only for you
I cannot live when I do not look straight only at you

Fake you Make you Fake you
Impracticable theory
Will you Love you For you
It may be ruin

When I meet, I can say nothing to you, to you honey

Aesthetics of the transgression to begin with the angel
I cannot live when I do not hear a voice only for you

I rebel when I make a letter to you, to you honey

Aesthetics of the transgression to begin with the devil
I cannot live when I do not look straight only at you

Wish you Will you Wish you
A swing not to notice
Make you Look you Make you
To advance in the future
Fake you Make you Fake you
Impracticable theory
Will you Love you For you
It may be ruin