Testo Brothel Creeper

In my secret heart
Torn asunder
I wonder why, why, why, why, why, why, why

Why do I happen to me?

Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples
I would give my eyes
To awaken
Happens all over, over, over, over
And I never get to
See, see, see, see, see
Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples

But what pours out of me
Pours into the sea
While blank and opaque needs
Stay sealed in my secret heart

A scalping knife is just a dull knife How will I have worn my hair in this exceptional moment?
In this fanciful summer

The dagger in your sеcret case
Tip only drawn across your breast
I plan to stеal it

Cut the seal from my secret heart

Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples
Eating poison apples