The soft touch of your acid lies
Confuses me
It burns my eyes
Bombastic rhetorics, used as odd weapons of mind destruction
Cut another down, to find higher ground
Survival, survival, you say?
Shoot me, shoot me
I’m crawling
Shoot me, come on, shoot me
I’m falling
Burned eyes
Staring to the sun
Deceit lives within me
Damage is done
A sudden appearance
Gives birth to a sense
The burning of acid
Comes to an end
The soft touch
Of her sweet eyes
Reciting now
Don’t mind the lies
Hypnotic pulsations, a ravishing manner of mind seduction
Answer my call, to bring down these walls
A goddess, a goddess, I say!
Lead me, lead me
I’m healing
Lead me, come on, lead me
I’m healing
- 专辑:Posthuman Decadence
- 歌手:Art Of Empathy
- 歌曲:Don't Mind