Desire A Mass Destruction Testo

my eyes burn the safety
they cross the air while our lips made together..
passion runs through the moment
-a little dose of a fact,uncontrollable desire-
dreams are always fine till angry echoes on (mine)
carrying ourselfs through a real statement class
we stroke yellow and red thoughts..but
most from your unknowned games
disgracefully all that pretty shape, times a killer but i blame yourself dear.