My job is pulling me away from you
the star
Whoever told you I'm not ment for you
see, life itself has made us mates
The sacred things we don't defile
We try to steal them from the thieves
We're judged and scolded for this act
but that's what makes us true ourselves
My star above,I'm bound to you
d'you lead me into pit, into
the mouth of mischievous fate
where I will bow down like a prey?
