Martin Grech - Guiltless

taste of purest roses you cut me and it feels good i felt the breath of stigma like every little boy should first comes alchemy then comes loyal then comes sensual and then comes holy then comes debauchery and then comes fortune then comes godly and then comes joy (guiltless) heaven spilt on wishes i can taste you on my fingers you kissed me and the wounds bled just the way you had predicted first comes alchemy then comes loyal then comes sensual and then comes holy then comes debauchery and then comes fortune then comes godly and then comes joy (guiltless) guiltless father says i'll always be a mess you see it's my destiny