My Surface Your Mojo
I'm honest to the senseless Truth hits hard the lovers I'm ashamed for my pleasure Because luxury is leisure But when I return to conscience The ashes of the last filter cold. Then i feel I'm but a Mojo A spit into the flame I feel like a pearl on the velvet A pawn inside your game. This turns out as a Verdict The King of Kings is gone There's no feel to feel lighter. The stranger is inside her. But when I get to believe, the perfume of morning to receive, Then i feel I'm but a Mojo A spit into the flame I feel like a pearl on the velvet A pawn inside your game. You're addicted to the same You're addicted to the same