Sex Trap - The Lion's Daughter

Fear, it rips your world apart

And it’s always the same

Creeping like shadows from your mouth

It’s always the same, always the same

A milk is made of flowers, bones and skin

On video and no one’s seen the end

You’re never the same, never the same

No one sees the end

No one sees the end

A milk is made of flowers

Somewhere a father’s drowned

A darkness is recorded

In fashion death appears

A milk is made of flowers

The audience misspells my name

For all who consume, never the same, never the same

No one sees the end

No one sees the end

No one sees the end

No one sees the end