Ill Desire from Fear, Desire by Ether Mech

Looking at you, wondering if your mother ever gave you a bible
Did you get the message too?
Indulgence as the ultimate sin

Falling ill from a lack of love
Falling ill from too much touch
Falling ill, falling ill, falling ill

Show my true colours,
then re-paint them
It goes round and round in my head
Yeah, I like this guy but I like his
girlfriend even more

Falling ill from a lack of love
Falling ill from too much touch
Falling ill, falling ill, falling ill

I suffocate
The devil dances on my chest
No desires
No excess
No excuse
No lust

Falling ill from a lack of love
Falling ill from too much touch
Falling ill, falling ill, falling ill

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