Silhouette

there's no time to regret
while drawing your silhouette
with your hearth
ripped apart
which makes you wanna do dark art

have you there at my doors
voodoo's coming it is yours
stab my mind
that I can't find
it's lost in shadows to be unkind

babydoll cries in your hands
you look like forever friends
throw it out
with no doubt
it's time to get rid of your child

there's no time to regret
I finished your silhouette

High games

what forced me to selfdestruction?
what else should I do to bend?
is it something hidden inside?
rush it babe we're at the end

what forced me to be addicted?
what else could I do to leave?
it looks like it's something inside
but for sure I feel deceived

the art of high games has been mastered
the art of high games has been found
guilt and shame yes this is answer
there's still silence all around

are you craving to be in control?
are we simply sadistic pair?
we're completely in the black hole
both complaining live's not fair

treat me with silence
rough covert violence
try make me jealous
shame on me blame me
yes if I let you
manipulate me