She has the silence deep in her breasts embraced
She wears a perfume of a truly vicious taste,
She has the wisdom in her empathic eyes,
She knows the truth to all unspoken lies.
She says she'd sell her angel for a dream
She says that she is not who she might seem
She says that she has lost her self-esteem
She says that she will not give up her dream
She offers traitors her lap to feel like home.
She masters violence as if she fears no one.
She makes your anger turn into quiet tears.
She makes you laugh about intimate fears.
She hears the voices that tell me what to do.
She looks into our eyes, but only smiles at you.
She knows the warmth she feels is not for long.
She stopped to speak that's why I end this song.
It's kind of funny, you know...
'Cause I'm not really here for your psycho games
Little demons make your eyes
Turn silver, you freak!
Your lips are turning blue
No, this is really not my kind of stimulation
No, this is not a proper treatment
Life? You can have it if you want!
It doesn't mean anything to me, anyway, you freak!
