Don't Mind

The soft touch of your acid lies 
Confuses me 
It burns my eyes 

Bombastic rhetorics, used as odd weapons of mind destruction 
Cut another down, to find higher ground 
Survival, survival, you say? 

Shoot me, shoot me 
I’m crawling 
Shoot me, come on, shoot me 
I’m falling 

Burned eyes 
Staring to the sun 
Deceit lives within me 
Damage is done 

sudden appearance 
Gives birth to a sense 
The burning of acid 
Comes to an end 

The soft touch 
Of her sweet eyes 
Reciting now 
Don’t mind the lies 

Hypnotic pulsations, a ravishing manner of mind seduction 
Answer my call, to bring down these walls 
goddess, a goddess, I say! 

Lead me, lead me 
I’m healing 
Lead me, come on, lead me 
I’m healing