Black Canvas - Silver | Текст песни

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It's the tightest grip
Restrains you
To take you on a trip
With hands above your head
Blindfold
Or watching instead

But all of those pleasures
Can't match detalls
Shiny lips
And sliver painted nalls

It's the devil's voice
Talking
Facilitates your choice
Takes you right to the edge
A fast trip
Straight down to primal urge

But all of those pleasures
Can't match detalls
Scent of skin
And sliver painted nalls

Lust, going lnsane
Euphria
Every kind of pain
Fear of losing control
Arousal
Sucking out your soul

Love

All of those pleasures
Can't match detalls
Taste of lips
And sliver painted nalls

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