You're living but you've got no soul
You captivate but you
Lay back for me
You are just exactly what I need
From the fall I hold the word conviction
And the thrill
She moves the street way
A hitched up skirt, a symptom
Your silver skin that crawls in rhythm, sweats like spring
Returns
Do you pay for your crimes?
Does the punishment fit or
Who put the mess in your head?
Filtering the sense of
Mercy, well, I melt in the kiss by the words
And
So you came like a missile
Falling on my head with
The least wishes are orders
Born raised and cornered
Was kept fed
I want to know how to survive in the nightlife
The
They pull our strings, the animals
They blind, they breed the
In our cell you ask me
Do I wanna be a
The perfect taste that leaves your mouth
The vodka tongue that
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