Octavia Sperati

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Octavia Sperati


Feel your pulsation 
As her thoughts penetrate your will 
Isn`t 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 
Doesn`t it? 
How will you escape it? 

You sink into a coma 
To discover; her tones comes from my mouth 
Isn`t 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?