Woman on the Screen

Lowered winding look, and obscure wet sound The more swirling the more craze in your dance Winding slowly you gave a gaze It's partly because you are weak Isn't it better to have your fingers in your mouth? Lies coming near, I think I am 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 won't take too long for you to stop You'll vomit,trying to seize a headless image of future I'll open the door And I'll stub you That will fill your fantasy Hey I'll penetrate it