Текст песни Synthetic Soul - Mental Discipline , Synapsyche

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
Hot like fire & yet 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
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
In the end you will end up the same
Burning, crawling, begging, crying hard
For a way to fix your broken heart

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
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