Mental Discipline - Synthetic Soul

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Группа: Mental Discipline
Альбом: Past Forward
Год: 2018
Страна: Россия

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Lips like wine with black mascara eyes
A skin tight dress, what kind of sin it hides?
Spreading her sweet poison in the air...
The way she moves makes everybody stare

A pure obsession, a devil in disguise (devil in disguise)
Hot like fire and yet cold as ice (cold as ice)
Her reflection twists in mirror balls
When the last of your defenses falls

She's a devil, she's a venom
One way road to hell from heaven
I would spend my life in chains (my life in chains)
For a chance to play her games
You will scream her name out loud
Nothing you can do about it
But you'll never get control
Over her synthetic soul

Like a moth attracted to the flame (to the flame)
In the end you will end up the same (end up the same)
Burning, crawling, begging, crying hard
For a way to fix your broken heart (fix your broken heart)

When the last of your defenses falls (defenses falls)

She's a devil, she's a venom
One way road to hell from heaven
You will scream her name out loud
Nothing you can do about it
But you'll never get control
Over her synthetic soul

She's a devil, she's a venom
One way road to hell from heaven
I would spend my life in chains (my life in chains)
For a chance to play her games
You will scream her name out loud
Nothing you can do about it
But you'll never get control
Over her synthetic soul

Over her synthetic soul

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