STIGMATA

If I told you You were the greatest sex of my life Clitoral image Brought me to celestial heights What would it matter Infidels were meant to fall from the sky Now I unravel when fingers tempt stigmata from bliss My inhibitions run dry as stiff canvas and this Chagrin manifests with the time that Passes us by At what expense It don't make sense At what expense It don't make It don't make At what expense It don't make sense It don't make It don't make sense (Instrumental) At what expense It don't make sense At what expense Ooh ooh It don't make It don't make At what expense Ooh ooh It don't make sense At what expense It don't make sense It don't make sense