She has the silence deep in her breats 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 noone.

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!