Strangers in the Bed Room by KRS Murthy
“Strangers In Our Bedroom” by Dr. KRS Murthy
Beware of the wicked strangers you are hiding in our bedroom
Choking the throat of my little innocent baby to certain death
Our love infant is starting to take its first precious breaths
To be cruelly murdered by the ghosts you treasure on your back
Ugly ghosts from your rendezvous of so many nights you endear
With the strangers secretly carrying out your unfinished business
Many moons of your love filled nights and days, for years past
Moon of your sweet memories is still lurking through your mind's window
The moon shine is so blinding to haunt your soul in every thought
Blinding you so much that you do not even see the dieing child
If you beget a blind child to grow up in a scary dark world
Never to know the enchanting colors of the true love garden
Heart is pumping your sweet memories to poison the helpless baby
With the milk you feed in your every thought of your sweet past
You are trading pleasures of the genuine innocence I bring
To your coveted sweet memories you have tattooed on your soul
A potion tasting very sweet for one to let it go forever can also be
Very unbearable to the soul just waiting to find a true trust
Choking the throat of my little innocent baby to certain death
Our love infant is starting to take its first precious breaths
To be cruelly murdered by the ghosts you treasure on your back
Ugly ghosts from your rendezvous of so many nights you endear
With the strangers secretly carrying out your unfinished business
Many moons of your love filled nights and days, for years past
Moon of your sweet memories is still lurking through your mind's window
The moon shine is so blinding to haunt your soul in every thought
Blinding you so much that you do not even see the dieing child
If you beget a blind child to grow up in a scary dark world
Never to know the enchanting colors of the true love garden
Heart is pumping your sweet memories to poison the helpless baby
With the milk you feed in your every thought of your sweet past
You are trading pleasures of the genuine innocence I bring
To your coveted sweet memories you have tattooed on your soul
A potion tasting very sweet for one to let it go forever can also be
Very unbearable to the soul just waiting to find a true trust
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