Canon 22

I build the wall,
to defense your call.
I strike the piano,
with my favorite Alejandro.

Ops, I strike the wrong key,
drop my cash couldn’t be.
Ops, you are appealing so fresh,
pardon me, I got to make a dash.

Glamor flesh, twisting dance,
I’m dying to see you dance.
Glamor flesh, appealing fresh,
wish to play your tricks with ash.

Ah, being rational,
conquered by desire.
I kiss the roses thorn,
bleed to wash my sin,
and bleed into your skin.

Then, it tinted your chest,
your face was shrouded by patch,
Roses red, it tinted your chest,
can’t escape, faded into little ash.

  

Not that I’m stubborn,
Not that I’m surrendering,
I just cry in my sanctuary,
I just cry over my destiny.