I'm honest to the senseless

Truth hits hard the lovers

I'm ashamed for my pleasure

Because luxury is leisure



But when I return to conscience

The ashes of the last filter cold.



Then i feel I'm but a Mojo

A spit into the flame

I feel like a pearl on the velvet

A pawn inside your game.



This turns out as a Verdict

The King of Kings is gone

There's no feel to feel lighter.

The stranger is inside her.



But when I get to believe,

the perfume of morning to receive,



Then i feel I'm but a Mojo

A spit into the flame

I feel like a pearl on the velvet

A pawn inside your game.

You're addicted to the same

You're addicted to the same