Daniel Katsük - Acoustic, Vocals, Bass, Beats, Percussion. Troy Williams - E. Guitar. Savage Hurley - Vocals

Lyrics

Oh your hands are like jailor's chains
Oh your god seems so insane
Why you need to have such a say in something that your mouth can't pay
You can prostrate on your goddamn knees
Stone yourself in your golden streets
What do you even have to say
When I'm living the life, you'd like to make

Love forbidden

Em pet heri
Em pet kheri
Nu khu ymi khu
Er neheh, en tchetta
Sa ah sekem sahoo
Ba, bak Benu

You say we're not invited to the fest we harvested
You say to us forbidden
Though it's grown in the same sun
Maybe you're not invited to the plenty that was given
Because you judged the preparation
And claimed it was your own sun

Love forbidden