Perishing Passion Lyrics - Disharmonic Orchestra

The seventh heaven 

On the thirteenth floor 

I hear you knock 

Upon my door 

My attitudes are platitudes 

I surrender to your love 

Surrounded by your smell 

A snapshot like twisted veins 

No more thoughts to tell 

Devotion up to this gains 

Delicious smooth warm sin 

Fingerprints on your soft skin 

In deep devotion 

I end in tears 

Like a setting lotion 

For all my fears