Cerulean sky over dessert fields and sand veils And underneath a lioness is stalking narrowing rings Feel her coming near, she smells the blood, her prey is near So see her, hear her, feel her, be her
The lioness is hunting us So beautiful and dangerous Her embrace is murderous Beware of the lioness
Do you feel her gentle touch Her sweet caress hurts just as much So take care, take care of her The lioness will win
So close you hear her purring So close she smells your fear Not close enough to lose yourself Beware - the lioness is near
She′s a god in her own right. She dims the room light. While she moves closer, we all move slower. Tracing white lines, sipping fine wines. We remember when purity wasn′t dead.
In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, we were able.
The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple. I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.
She′ll play unstable and let you get away. You get her faded, but not her name. You′ve taken something sacred and made it a game. Your perversions are wicked and fanning the flame.
In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, we were able. In this darkness I can′t remember when we were stable, no.
The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple. I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.
The sex is the lioness queen of the temple. I look right in her eyes, and then down to her level. The sex is the lioness queen of the temple. I look right in her eyes, and then down to her level.
The sex is the liar. The sex is the liar.
The sex is the lioness, queen of the temple. I look right in her eyes, then down to her level.