She doesn't love me
She possess me like a ring of fire
Satisfy her possess desire
She knows me
Chained in her dark prison
The key is hidden in her breast
Impossible to move
To get rid of
Scared by the despot
By the monarch
I feel like a completed draw of a blind painter
Same instinct, different name
Being sons of avidity
Sons of egoistic love
The queen doesn't love her crowd
But herself
She demands the perfect crowd
But a snake will swim in her tank
Sooner or later, lover for my savior
Devourer will go on, and on, and on
No regrets
