"She" as written by and Adrian Hates....
She has the silence deep in her breasts embraced
She wears a perfume of a truly vicious taste.
She has the wisdom in her empathic eyes.
She knows the truth to all unspoken lies.

She says she'd seel her angel for a dream
She says that she is not who she might seem
She says that she has lost her self-esteem
She says that she will not give up her dream

She offers traitors her lap to feel like home.
She masteres violence as if she fears noone.
She makes your anger turn into quiet tears.
She makes you laugh about intimate fears.

She hears the voices that tell me what to do.
She look into our eyes, but only smiles at you.
She knows the warmth she feels is not for long.
She stopped to speak that's why I end this song.

It's kind of funny, you know
'Cause I'm not really hear for your psycho games
Little demons make your eyes turn silver, you freak!
Your lips are turning blue
No, this is really not my kind of stimulation
No, this is not a proper treatment
Life? You can have it if you want!
It doesn't mean anything to me, anyway, you freak!

Lyrics submitted by seasons of grey

"She" as written by Adrian Hates

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    General Commentthis song is about a woman that almost can control men.
    Vi10x_SSJ6on October 03, 2007   Link
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    General CommentLovely lyrics. I agree with Vi.
    At the end, when she's speaking it kind of sounds like she's poisoned him or something... why are his lips turning blue? Or maybe she's the one who's poisoned herself?
    Hitachi007on October 08, 2007   Link
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    General CommentApparently when you die, your lips turn cold and blue. I suspect the blood drains away.
    Night Sanctuaryon August 24, 2008   Link

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