i'm always so connected but interdict. the attraction is involved, i'm so drawn. Measure me by my morals, so unjust but i like it. you can't move me with conflict, it will never touch. Sugar is sweet in the mouth of transgression. Wonder morsel you love me, paralysed. Before we nurture the whole leaven. Induce me as a section of my shade. Verve before, i'm scrubbing, plain sickness, twenty one scars.