By
Kris Cunningham
Simple is the desire to belong
The feeling that we all seek to know
A faint touch of the most taboo of feeling
Gone are the days of innocence and childishness
Can we forgive a filthy litte sin
Forget what's not always taken as right
Remember that she's still one of us
Even if by law she's to be cast aside
There's a private hell for those who love
One that the lovers share with their forsaken lust
Never to know anything but each other's demonic touch
Forever lost in a simple desire to belong