Woman on the Screen

Lowered winding look, and obscure wet sound

The more swirling the more craze in your dance

Winding slowly, you give a gaze

It's partly because you are weak

Isn't it better to have your fingers in your mouth?

Lies coming rear, I think I'm going to be broken up

Throwing away all the mirrors, tack them back of the door

Anyway, after some violent moments, you'd be cracked

It's won't take too long for you to stop

You'll vomit, trying to to seize a headless image of future

I'll open the doors

And I'll stub you

That will fill your fantasty

Hey, I'll penetrate it