She
She has the silence deep in her breasts embracedShe wears a perfume of a truly vicious tasteShe has the wisdom in her empathic eyesShe knows the truth to all unspoken lies
She says she'd sell her angel for a dreamShe says that she is not who she might seemShe says that she has lost her self-esteemShe says that she will not give up her dream
She offers traitors her lap to feel like homeShe masters violence, as if she fears no oneShe makes your anger turn into quiet tearsShe makes you laugh about intimate fears
She hears the voices that tell me what to doShe look into our eyes, but only smiles at youShe knows the warmth, she feels it's not for longShe stopped to speak that's why I end this song
It's kind of funny, you know...'cause I'm not really hear for your psycho gamesLittle demons make your eyes turn silver, you freak!Your lips are turning blueNo, this is really not my kind of stimulationNo, this is not a proper treatmentLife? You can have it if you want!It doesn't mean anything to me, anyway, you freak!