you always knew how to lure me in with you're oh-so-seductive voice like silk against my naïve mind and as soon as you dragged me in with your hooks that voice would change. [AMAZING HOW YOU TURN INTO SANDPAPER FROM SILK] the simple implications in a s.i.n.g.l.e touch [a command in not so many ways] deteriotated my indepence [i now depend on you, only god knows why] you managed to keep me caged for so long but guess who's back with a vengeance? and guess who could take a body with skin like silk and become as harsh as sandpaper? [AMAZING HOW I TURN INTO SANDPAPER FROM SILK] pssst, you taught your grasshopper well and the simple implications in the placing of a s.i.n.g.l.e bullet into the barrel of this .45 [is a death sentence in oh so many ways] "ya tebya liubliu" i whispered and off we go, forcing you into yet another game of roulette. the hairs on your body are standing on edge turning those once silk sheets into a grating deathbed. [THE EVOLUTION INTO SANDPAPER FROM SILK]