Imbalance - Ride The Blades Of The Maneater

Frigidity, insanity -- i tell you lies, deceptively
I haul you in, i spit you out
I terrorize
And make you shout

Pragmatically, presumably -- i follow you
Subconsciously
I separate, i join again
A hated body, a loving hand

Fertility? is that the game?
I can not tell you my real name
I follow up, to push you down
To sink below the hollow ground

Absurdity is what i am -- forever drowning
Hand in hand
Affectionate, desierable
Despise the man -- contemptible

Tranquility, divinity -- if all else fails
Vulgarity
I step aside to let you through
I can not stand the thing you do

Posterity, sincerity -- tranquil is my
Memory
I draw your blood -- i freeze your mind
You know i'm allways right behind

Within your soul, without your mind
Hostility towards my kind
Seductively you call me in
I suffocate and fall within

Fidelity, longevity -- dreams you bear
Unconsciously
You hold me down, i raise my hand
Tear me down from where i stand