Текст песни John Seven - Not a crime

You detest me. The reason is clear,
And your welcome is always so cold,
But the core of my perfect idea
Heartless cruel rotten world.
You are trying to open my eyes
To my being the core of the vice,
And you all are as pure as spring morning skies.

I don't care what you think,
Curse me, things will still get better,
Go on, and I will sing
Of the happenings that matter.

You live inside my head altime
I'll cross the ocean, you'll be mine
To be with you it's not a crime
It's alrigt, it's alright