Mental Discipline Synthetic Soul (feat. Synapsyche)
[Intro]
Lips like wine with black mascara eyes
A skin tight dress, what kind of sin it hides?
Spreading her sweet poison in the air
The way she moves makes everybody stare
[Verse 1]
A pure obsession, a devil in disguise
Hot like fire and yet cold as ice
Her reflection twists in mirror balls
When the last of your defenses falls
[Chorus]
She's a devil, she's a venom
One way road to hell from heaven
I would spend my life in chains
For a chance to play her games
You will scream her name out loud
Nothing you can do about it
But you'll never get control
Over her synthetic soul
[Verse 2]
Like a moth attracted to the flame, to the flame
In the end you will end up the same, end up the same
Burning, crawling, begging, crying hard
For a way to fix your broken heart, fix your broken heart
[Bridge]
She's a devil, she's a venom
One way road to hell from heaven
You will scream her name out loud
Nothing you can do about it
But you'll never get control
Over her synthetic soul
[Chorus]