The soft touch of your acid lies 
Confuses me 
It burns my eyes 

Bombastic rhetorics, used as odd weapons of mind [bad word] 
Cut another down, to find higher ground 
Survival, survival, you say? 

Shoot me, shoot me 
I’m crawling 
Shoot [bad word] on, shoot me 
I’m falling 

Burned eyes 
Staring to the sun 
Deceit lives within me 
Damage is done 

sudden appearance 
Gives birth to a sense 
The burning of acid [bad word] 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 
goddess, a goddess, I say! 

Lead me, lead me 
I’m healing 
Lead [bad word] on, lead me 
I’m healing