Mental Discipline - Synthetic Soul (feat. Synapsyche) Lyrics

[Intro]Lips like wine with black mascara eyesA skin tight dress, what kind of sin it hides?Spreading her sweet poison in the airThe way she moves makes everybody stare[Verse 1]A pure obsession, a devil in disguiseHot like fire and yet cold as iceHer reflection twists in mirror ballsWhen the last of your defenses falls[Chorus]She's a devil, she's a venomOne way road to hell from heavenI would spend my life in chainsFor a chance to play her gamesYou will scream her name out loudNothing you can do about itBut you'll never get controlOver her synthetic soul[Verse 2]Like a moth attracted to the flame, to the flameIn the end you will end up the same, end up the sameBurning, crawling, begging, crying hardFor a way to fix your broken heart, fix your broken heart[Bridge]She's a devil, she's a venomOne way road to hell from heavenYou will scream her name out loudNothing you can do about itBut you'll never get controlOver her synthetic soul[Chorus]