Non Credo - Descent Point lyrics

She had the sort of face you dream of Providing infinite possibilities for a life full of sorrow and unspeakable miseries Displaying a tolerance for her vices and ignorance to her shameful deeds he fell victim to derision and advice he would not heed Strange bedfellows of one's fate How close love lies next to hate And as she dreamed of other men he would lie there and pretend that her sighs were meant for him Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhh Voices whispered in his ear They told him all was well Just leave it up to them and she would burn in hell La la la la la La la la la Upon awakening from his slumber, with sheet clenched tightly in his fist, he seemed not to see his lover as sheet and throat he did entwist Strange bedfellows of one's fate How close love lies next to hate And as she dreamed of other men the incubus would make amends La la la la la La la la la