bitter is the taste of my lover sweet fruit, bitter the aftertaste gorging myself here in the moment here I find nothing but remorse

what is this bed I am making falling into the arms of this lover sleep never seems to come for all that we have done haunts me through the night

For True Love I had relinquished I run and turned away adulteress heart and arms I have that have sunk me in this grave

what is this bed I have made fallen into the arms of this lover idol dreams and treasure seeking empties me and finds me leaving the only Love that'd leave me full

Lord save me, this wretched fool Raise me from my grave