Sweetest Vice

R. Lamim

sweetest perfection, my needed piece of pain
in my eyes, in my hands, in my vains
and I want you, anyway
doesn't matter the price I pay for you


Every night is the same old thing
seeking you, favorite game
when I taste again your plastic feeling
doesn't matter if anything is real


Your pleasure makes me bleed
(Sweetest vice)


coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins



Sweetest vice, my hunger lust
dirty trust who corrodes me from inside
I know, it escapes from my wishes
I Know, it escapes from my needs



Every night is the same old thing
seeking you, favorite game
when I taste again your plastic feeling
doesn't matter if anything is real


Your pleasure makes me bleed
(Sweetest vice)


coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins
coming up to my veins



Seeking more between the cells
dissecating hours trying to find
another piece of you into my blood
another piece of you until it bleeds



Seeking more between the cells
dissecating hours trying to find
I will seek for you until it bleeds
I will seek for you til the night outside screams.


'til the night outside screams
'til the night outside screams
'til the night outside screams

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