Sweet Perfume Songtext
von Amplifier

Evil genius is the trait of a modern man
Incubated in an artificial mind
Here at the bone mill
Where we′ve been grinding down unicorns
Bottling the magic keeping it on demand

Well, trip trap, who's that crossing the bridge?
Fee fi fo fum, can you smell the stench?

′Cause you've been living in a cliché
Well, once upon a time, the end

Number one son, always got your game on, that's right
So draw that gun, can′t shake the feeling
That something′s gonna happen


Injecting ice is the aim of this operation
The smell of desperation reminds me of sweet perfume

And ooh, well, you know poison tastes so fine

Ha ha, yeah, we're drunk on power
So rich and sickly
And it′s always open down at the house of incarceration
It's getting rowdy

Number one son, always got your game on, that′s right
So draw that gun, can't shake the feeling
That something′s gonna happen

Bottling the magic keeping it on demand
Injecting ice is the aim of this operation
The smell of desperation reminds me of sweet perfume
And ooh, well, you know poison tastes so fine

You know poison tastes so fine