I laid down in a vile of starved fixation
Seamless ties to a masochistic sound creation
Bleed on me to the wrath of the three gods
Fierce spite in the space of polarity / similarity
His eyes decides of the free will
Depends on sight modesty slightest reveal
Sinister desire
Looking like the field of lost soul cries
Built his light in fire
Warm blood the leaks of wasted forge
I laid down in a vile of starved fixation
Seamless ties to a masochistic sound creation
Lay down, I don't know where to belong
Simple little pleasures
Afraid it gets better
Simple little pleasure
I laid down in a vile of starved fixation
Seamless ties to a masochistic sound creation