kill this kind of magic
is my mind so frantic
maybe i'm wondering
when world's thundering
so loud on ears
falling salt tears
real plastic love
looks like blind dove
on how much degrees above
our bodies warms love
surrender in your arms
can't fight with your charms
so wicked love
we need a shove
we stopped
arms drooped
light the star
it will shine so far
hold your breath
feel a death
deep inside
needle is wide
this pleasure
drugs is treasure
feelings like acid
and i'm placid
just say goodbye
and die
kill this kind of magic
kill this wicked love
they must to stop
i need pitstop
or take me to hell
to night, it would be well
kill this kind of magic
kill this wicked love
my problem is solved
i killed that love!
Wicked love
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