A Plea For Purging Motives
Hey beautiful you think you have me fooled,
But I know your game like the pretty face it hides behind,
You hide behind.
It's time you learn this world isn't yours.
You waltz around room to room looking, searching...
You waltz around room to room looking.
You waltz around room to room
Looking for a bed to find worship in
But you're not going to find any worship here.
You knocked on my door too many times,
I've heard your screams from the other room.
Your motives are as pure as the body you passed around.
You call this love but we both know
That it is damned to the end
I hope you learn this world isn't yours.
