The soft touch
Of your aoid 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 aoid
Comes to and 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

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