Song | Retina |
Artist | Despised Icon |
Album | The Healing Process |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. | |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. | |
Turned into a powerless corpse, | |
I succumb. | |
My brain's mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. | |
Restrictions of flesh… | |
A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as | |
I decline within this ideal trance. | |
I can no longer feel pain. | |
I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. | |
I'm not furious about what you've wrecked. | |
In fact, I want to thank you, | |
I want to love you. | |
My blood flows. | |
But at this instant, | |
I'm not furious. | |
No need to say a word. | |
I leave with fervor covering my heart. |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. | |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. | |
Turned into a powerless corpse, | |
I succumb. | |
My brain' s mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. | |
Restrictions of flesh | |
A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as | |
I decline within this ideal trance. | |
I can no longer feel pain. | |
I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. | |
I' m not furious about what you' ve wrecked. | |
In fact, I want to thank you, | |
I want to love you. | |
My blood flows. | |
But at this instant, | |
I' m not furious. | |
No need to say a word. | |
I leave with fervor covering my heart. |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Endorphins are released, generating complete ecstasy. | |
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand. | |
An imperative vision of satisfaction. | |
My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification. | |
I feel the numbness of an orgasm as | |
I leave my entire body. | |
Inside my cerebral cortex lies an ultimate pleasure better than any sensation. | |
Turned into a powerless corpse, | |
I succumb. | |
My brain' s mechanical capacity has clearly stopped running. | |
Restrictions of flesh | |
A magenta fluid escorts my soul to a perfect and reflexive coma as | |
I decline within this ideal trance. | |
I can no longer feel pain. | |
I only see my blackened blood flowing out of my veins, my carnal shroud. | |
I' m not furious about what you' ve wrecked. | |
In fact, I want to thank you, | |
I want to love you. | |
My blood flows. | |
But at this instant, | |
I' m not furious. | |
No need to say a word. | |
I leave with fervor covering my heart. |