I have been lied to before
How did it feel so sweet that night?She put me on a throne
In a claustrophobic castle
Speaking with her curvesA language my moral did not want to understand
I saw what was left of her dignity
Thrown on the floor
As my moral started learning her shameful body languageI read her
With a dyslexic mind
I felt the warmth of her body
But no heart pulse
Only mine running for the two of usI borrowed a dream
Full of nonsenses
She became a river
Im the landscape she slides through with serpentine like movementsShe's the aphrodisiac medusa
Hardening that special part of me
Snake charming
I caught my hand exploring
Synthetic affectionShe read my mind despite the dirt
