Beastiality
In my stomach
There is a fire
You give it fuel
And the flame burns higher
I'm a black dog
Running 'cross the mor
To bring the trouble
And I am not sorry for this part of me
Why should I be sorry for my bestiality?
So lock your door
But I won't back down
Until the trouble
Has come back around
Say what you want
But I won't calm down
Until this trouble
Has turned back around
Back to you, back to you
It's all coming back to you
Come on sister,
It's time you show your face
You know the games you play
Are clearly loosing pace
And I believe in peace, yes!
And the heart is calm
But now you're tripped in wires
You said an awful lot
I am not sorry for this part of me
I'll never be sorry for my bestiality
So lock your door
But I won't back down
Until the trouble
Has come back around
Say what you want
But I won't back down
Until the trouble
Has come back around
And nature is as nature does
And nature does as nature will
