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the devils hand is reaching for my mind
the devils hand is twisting my desire
reluctant, longing, a space in between
the devils hand is seducing me
and i
feel an hunger, an urge, a thrill
i feel so desperatly drawn to kill
a fictive matter that makes you beg
the devils hand is upon my neck
and i
cannot cannot i cant let go
i cant
i cant deny what i avoid to do
help me, help me before i do
please, help me until it all gets loose
is this the art of emptyness?
i dreamt i vomited my memories
overcome
pulling letters out of my mouth

all you´ve been saying
my mind is portaying
a powerful source
overcome
all that i cant love
i cant take control of
i never give sense to myself

the devils hand is reaching for my mind
the devils hand is twisting my desire
he gave me from the gold in the rhine
iam the devils concubine
and i
came to hear you scream and scream to
yell at me and the feed the animal
three doubles affinity
the devils hand is seducing me

and i
cannot cannot i cant let go
i cant
i cant deny what i avoid to do
help me, help me before i do
please, help me until it all gets loose
is this the art of emptyness?
i dreamt i vomited my memories
overcome
we will see

all you´ve been saying
my mind is portaying
a powerful source
overcome
all that i cant love
i cant take control of
i never give sense to myself
all that i cant love
i cant take control of
i never give sense to myself
nowhere to see
and nothing to be seen
when i travel the world to be far

drawn on a paper blank
flipping it, spilling out all the ink
holding up high, holding on
sign with myself and the overcome
its a third hand, third eye, second mouth
pushing in, pulling the needle out
iam travelling far, travelling on
cover it up but never overcome
give it body and ears and then names and signs
this grin is busting a heart over a violent scene
oh the pleasure is mine, pleasure mine
feels like being the devils concubine
when i cut, cut your hair, the saw is fine
what a mess is there,
imagine it would be mine
and you´ll be falling apart

all you´ve been saying
my mind is portaying
a powerful source
overcome
all that i cant love
i cant take control of
i never give sense to myself
all that i cant love
i cant take control of
i never give sense to myself
nowhere to see
and nothing to be seen
when i travel the world to be far

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