Venus in arms
by Deathstars
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Your lips are like morphine
And your eyes are deceit
The make-up runs down into
The bullet wound in your cheek
There´s a secret I can share now (just don´t tell)
And it´s all about lust
There´s a world I can show now (just don´t cry)
A black planet of rust
Will this hand destroy you
Venus in arms
I´ll strip you off
In the flood of the light
Venus in arms
You´ll taste the dark
Yet so innocent white
Your tongue taste like strychnine
And your long hair is torn
The fancy wings are broken
And a black star is born
There´s a venom can you taste it (let out your tongue)
And it taste sweet (There´s a diamond can you see it)
Open your eyes
Black sugar deep in the meat
Will this hand destroy you
I´ll strip you off
In the flood of the light
Venus in arms
You´ll taste the dark
Yet so innocent white
And I will suck you
Into the magic turbines of the night
I will lead your to me
And I will tear them down
All the white stars in your eyes
Then I´ll bury them deep
They are the victims of the vices
Which I try to project
They are the servants of the crisis
Which I try to project
And your eyes are deceit
The make-up runs down into
The bullet wound in your cheek
There´s a secret I can share now (just don´t tell)
And it´s all about lust
There´s a world I can show now (just don´t cry)
A black planet of rust
Will this hand destroy you
Venus in arms
I´ll strip you off
In the flood of the light
Venus in arms
You´ll taste the dark
Yet so innocent white
Your tongue taste like strychnine
And your long hair is torn
The fancy wings are broken
And a black star is born
There´s a venom can you taste it (let out your tongue)
And it taste sweet (There´s a diamond can you see it)
Open your eyes
Black sugar deep in the meat
Will this hand destroy you
I´ll strip you off
In the flood of the light
Venus in arms
You´ll taste the dark
Yet so innocent white
And I will suck you
Into the magic turbines of the night
I will lead your to me
And I will tear them down
All the white stars in your eyes
Then I´ll bury them deep
They are the victims of the vices
Which I try to project
They are the servants of the crisis
Which I try to project