Succube

To yield to the comfort of your gravelly voices
I'll cure them, deep down you knew I made'em mine, mine

I'll convince myself of the idea it's just a game, no one gets bruised
Let's keep it playful and stay blindfolded
In all fairness, for you, I never meant to rely upon my eyes
Your whispering breath could have been enough for a trail 
If only my ears still weren't sealed
Guide me, oh your scent

I can finally feel their gentle caresses over my face

Sitting on your tail, you give me such a battering high
Within your reach nothing affects me besides deceit
Untouchable while at the lowest, abusing weakness of mind

Overwrite the archetype
Absolute yet guilty
This is self-treason

Let the gates ajar and find yourself defaced
There's no way back, nothing to emend
You already fed over all I have
Never satiated and digging even deeper, so thirsty
I'm a dry fruit now, what more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?