Behold The Harlot

(альбом: Invade - 2010)

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 virus 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.

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

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.

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