Feel your pulsation
As her thoughts penetrate your will
Isnt it?
The throb is truly fractional
Her control is your
dependence
For what is the intention
With no will, my will
Nevertheless must you deny
The spirit within
Can you
hear the enchantress
As her voice lubricates your mind
Doesnt it?
How will you escape it?
You sink into a coma
To
discover; her tones comes from my mouth
Isnt it?
How will you erase it
Feel your pulsation
Black lake is calling
Appear
slowly as we hide
For what is the intention
With no will, my will
Nevertheless must you deny
The spirit within
Can
you hear the enchantress
As her voice lubricates your mind - your mind
How will you escape it, erase it?
