I see the river of lies 
you hide under that stone cold surface 
proudly, shrouding yourself. 
Your malicious intent was masked 
with a pleasant smile, vicious beauty 
and an aura to match. 
The perfect recipe for any fool's demise, 
demise, any fool's demise. 

Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin 
and demon eyes. 
I breathe no more 
Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin 
and demon eyes. 
I need no more 

Like a [bad word] with no agenda 
an addiction with no reprisal. 
What a tangled web you weave. 
Give as much as you take, 
but the taking has just begun. 

Knowing this all good and well 
I can't stay away 
'cause I can still smell you 
on my fingers. 
I still see your face when I close my eyes. 
Your face. 

Lust has turned into obsession 
and I want out.