Malum

I feel it moving too.
Your body reaching out for an interesting display.
Only every eye is on us, simply begging time to stop us.
Forgiving me, forgetting you and I feel it too.

Wasting line, wasting time and you can see it all.
Every day I waste on you, is a ritual lost.
Wasting line, wasting time and you can see it all.
Every day I waste on you, is a ritual lost.

You pull the flesh away.
Reminding me absolute, intimidating salute.
Tapping into time belated letting go of fine relation.
Releasing me, relieiving you and death follows soon.

Wasting line, wasting time and you can see it all.
Every day I waste on you, is a ritual lost.
Wasting line, wasting time and you can see it all.
Every day I waste on you, is a ritual lost.