How does it feel to be a portrait of perfection
To be out of reach from yourself
How does it feel to be a part of my production
To be owned by someone who could not care less

I think I deserve at least one death
I bet you don't but still you'll get

How does it feel to kiss my lips and taste the edge
I guess the taste is bitter
Still, I could not care less

We watch the sunshine fading away
You dream about another day

What is the place we are waiting to go to
My hell, your paradise?
Beware of a possible suprise
Remember to close your eyes

I scream for what I see
I stay and watch how you
Become more than me
I throw my life and scream
For what I see
I stay and watch how you
Become more than me
I throw my life aside

How does it feel to be the object of my next shot
To feel your brains fly giving the wall a red contrast
How does it feel to faint and feel you're wholly gone
How does it feel to feel nothing at all

What is the place we are waiting to go to
My hell, your paradise?
Beware of a possible suprise
Remember to close your fucking eyes

Ice-cream for what I see
I stay and watch how you
Become more than me
I throw my life and scream
For what I see
I stay and watch how you
Become more than me
I throw my life aside