Woman on the Screen

Lowered winding look, and obscure wet sound

The more swirling the more craze in your dance

Winding slowly you gave a gaze

It's partly because you are weak

Isn't it better to have your fingers

in your mouth?

Lies coming near, I think I am going to be broken up

Throwing away all the mirrors tack them back of the door

Anyway after some violent moments you'd be cracked

It won't take too long for you to stop

You'll vomit,trying to seize a headless image of future

I'll open the door

And I'll stub you

That will fill your fantasy

Hey I'll penetrate it

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