Echoes of angels have cried
To tell me the church and your gates are not mine
Borrowed the tears from their pride
And man who neglects and makes woman a crime
Tell me the sky's not only for you
Break me, I'm not made like you
Am I a crime? Crime? Crime?
Am I a crime? Crime? Crime?
This criminal heart that I've sown
Is born from the guilt of the limbs I adorn
Feminine breath met with scorn
Cannot bear the weight that impersonates yours
I'd give up my eyes to see like you
Break me, I'm not made like you
Am I a crime? Crime? Crime?
If I am the beast from temptation is born
Am I the crime? Will you always want more?
Am I a crime? Crime? Crime?