Satisfaction
Emotional frustration
With a metal cold vibration
Tiny cherry candy
Instead of wild sexuality
There's no face to forget
So wipe away the sweat
Wipe away your makeup
There's nothing to be scared of
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a touch
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a God
You need satisfaction
You need time to feel
You need satisfaction
Recover yourself
How do you describe the pain?
Is it your soul or just the flesh
Questions make you empty
And your faith became a mess
You and your psycho movies
A new imaginary friend
Sitting in your room with your ghosts
Your lover must be dead
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a touch
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a God
You need satisfaction
Give me some expressions
I'm talking, I'm talking
so push me to the bed
or hit me in the mouth
I'm talking to you
You need satisfaction
You need time to feel
You need satisfaction
Recover yourself
How do you describe the pain?
Is it your soul or just the flesh
Questions make you empty
And your faith became a mess
I'm talking, I'm talking to you...
With a metal cold vibration
Tiny cherry candy
Instead of wild sexuality
There's no face to forget
So wipe away the sweat
Wipe away your makeup
There's nothing to be scared of
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a touch
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a God
You need satisfaction
You need time to feel
You need satisfaction
Recover yourself
How do you describe the pain?
Is it your soul or just the flesh
Questions make you empty
And your faith became a mess
You and your psycho movies
A new imaginary friend
Sitting in your room with your ghosts
Your lover must be dead
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a touch
Don't you cry, don't be whiny
There lives someone in your body
Your biomachinery
Needs a God
You need satisfaction
Give me some expressions
I'm talking, I'm talking
so push me to the bed
or hit me in the mouth
I'm talking to you
You need satisfaction
You need time to feel
You need satisfaction
Recover yourself
How do you describe the pain?
Is it your soul or just the flesh
Questions make you empty
And your faith became a mess
I'm talking, I'm talking to you...
Credits
Writer(s): Emese Illes, Krisztian Arvai
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