Below Zero (Octavia Sperati)

Feel your pulsation As her thoughts penetrate your will Isn`t it? The throb is truly fractional Her control is your dependence For what is the intention With no will, my will Nevertheless must you deny The spirit within Can you hear the enchantress As her voice lubricates your mind Doesn`t it? How will you escape it? You sink into a coma To discover; her tones comes from my mouth Isn`t it? How will you erase it Feel your pulsation Black lake is calling Appear slowly as we hide For what is the intention With no will, my will Nevertheless must you deny The spirit within Can you hear the enchantress As her voice lubricates your mind - your mind How will you escape it, erase it?