Texty: Dead Poetic. Lioness.

She?s a god in her own right
She dims the room light
While she moves closer
We all move slower

Tracing white lines
Sipping fine wines
We remember
When purity wasn?t dead

Sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

Play unstable and let us get away
There's a point when their faces are all the same
We all act like pagans, they all will betray
She's speaking the language, she's burning the flame

In this darkness I can?t remember
When we were stable, we were able
In this darkness I can?t remember
When we were stable, no

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the liar
The sex is the liar
I look right in her eyes

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the lioness
Queen of the temple
I look right in her eyes
And I'm down to her level

The sex is the liar
The sex is the liar