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It’s my instinct my nature my rule

it’s my mind that’s searching for you

kinda need begging for some glances

an hot emotion something strong to my senses

I’m the scrutiner of your porcelaine soul

I feel what you need and I give you a bit more

I’m the lady who’s masturbating your brain

a psycho bitch when I fuck with your pain

Our souls in a clouded entropy

in the room of smell your voice sounds so clear

when I rape your soul and I get wet of your tears

a psycho bitch fucks again with your fear.

In the book where is written my story

I can’t remember any sentence of glory

but I still feel the smell of your tears

I turn the page and still the smell of your tears.

Our minds are evaporating just here

around you and me only smoke nothing clear

I suck enjoyment from this blackharmony

seeing you creeping under my naked skin

Our souls...

In the book where is written my story

I can’t remember any sentence of glory

but I still feel the smell of your tears

I turn the page and still the smell of your tears

You’re loving your psycho bitch.