Like a virus needs a body and soft tissue feeds on blood
Someday I’ll find you, the urge is here, ohh-ohh
Like a mushroom on a tree trunk as a protein transmutates
I knock on your skin and I am in, ohh-ohh
The perfect match, you and me, I adapt, contagious
You open up, saying welcome
Like a flame that seeks explosives as gun powder needs a war
I feast inside you, my host is you, ohh-ohh
The perfect match, you and I, you fail to resist
My crystalline charm, you do
Like a virus, patient hunter
I’m waiting for you, I’m starving for you, ohh-ohh
My sweet adversary, ohh, my sweet adversary, ahh
My sweet adversary
1 | Army of Me |
2 | Hidden Place |
3 | It's In Our Hands |
4 | Black Lake |
5 | Innocence |
6 | The Gate |
7 | Mutual Core |
8 | Come To Me |
9 | Náttúra |
10 | Pagan Poetry |