What are we made of?

What are little demons made of?

They're made of sin, sulphur, silk, sex, suffering, hissing, stealth and lust.

What are little angels made of?

They're made of light, love, licorice, lemon, laugh, loyalty, life, lollipop and lies.

You were truly unexpected, you know. You were a trick, an impossibility in my whole existence equation. You were an illusion in my head, something that couldn't be real. You were the delusion I was clinging to.

You were my trend to fly too near of the sun. You were my unconscious desire of falling, you were what would burn my wings. You were my own way to suicide. You were the razor-blade on my wrist.

You were supposed to be pure.

Virtue is quite overrated. You were supposed to be mean.

Evil is just a point of view. What are we made of?

I was made of bitterness, cowardice, disappointment and mistakes.

You were made of laugh, slightly sad smile and betrayed love. You were an apple-candy.

I was a poisoned apple. I lied to you. I told you I was going to be here forever.

I lied to you. I never told you I loved you.

We are quits. What are we made of?

I am made of betrayal, ambition, darkness and mischief.

You are made of new experiences, passion and blood.

You tasted like Holy.

You tasted like Sin.

You've never asked me to redeem.

You've never asked me to damned myself.

I miss you.

I knew you would.

What are we made of?

What were we made of?

We were made of forbidden fruit.