Suicide Playground

Let the wine falls down
And blind the eyes of the sinners
There's no place to regret
Catch me as a prey submissive in your trap
A condemned captive

Is my pleasure
When you lie
Make on me
Your private suicide playground

That's the night of the tricksters
Only instinct tells the truth
There's no place to honesty
And the wine in our veins
Have becomes brand new
In every little death

Perfect body, broken soul
Perfect body, broken soul

Shed your lust over the floor
Don't fall at sleep untill it's done
Suck my last drop of youth
Delight the body and brake the soul