Innocent hearts are always feral -
sleeping with the wildest dreams.
They dress up in leather and lace
and do channel their lust
towards the dark.

Never do tell to an widowed swan
those wicked tales of your love.

Never do bend down to one knee
and ask from a wolf for a bite.

Innocent hearts are always feral.

Innocent minds are always clear.

They do feel feelings as gently as lovers
and do boom and beat,
just like the chaos does.