Lost Evidence

Love is her weapon and her body the evidence,

Sex is her weapon and her blood the pestilence

She makes you feel so weak and hypnotised

There is really no chance for you to realize

This dangerous and fateful situation

While your drunken soul cries for liberation

Your're my fateful fascination

Yeah, I like deathly fascinations

She's doing you some favour, if you want

She's coming with you, wherever you want

Cause she is a whore and she always'll be one

She has got it in her blood since she was born

Yes, she's whore, she's kissing like one

She has got it in her heart, a heart with thorns

She's my fateful fascination

Yeah, she likes deathly fascinations

You're my fateful fascination

Yeah, I like deathly fascinations

Sex is her weapon and her body

Is the evidence

You forget the whole world around you,

Like in trance

She's my fateful fascination

Yeah, she likes deathly fascinations

You're my fateful fascination

Yeah, I like deathly fascinations

Oh what a cool love

Oh what a fucking great feeling

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