Vantablack

Poisonous eyes
Lay your poisonous eyes on me
And taint me if you dare
Ya' taint me if you're so smart
Scotch and soda in my blood
Where, can, I, get
Some more

I'm taking you home
I'm taking you home
I'm making a point
I'm taking you

Please allow me to play with my shiny stainless blade
And stroke your marble skin
And feel the steel slide between your thighs

Hush
You are not leaving this couch
Shut up
Or I'll smash every tooth in your mouth

Let me do a little dance
Let me show you some romance
Let me be a gentleman
Let me put on some jazz
Let me fetch some candles
Let me turn up the heat
Let me light up a Partagrás
Let me tie your ankles
Let me treat you like a queen

The pulse
The pulse in your throat
The pulse
The pulse in your throat
Beating louder now
Beating faster now
Beating faster

Digging my fingers
Deeper
Ever deeper
Into the flesh of your neck
Panting, both of us, panting
Panting
The pulse in your throat
Beating slower now
Beating slower now
Beating slower now

Perturbator - Vantablack

My consciousness now is a dark room, from the window of which a view of the night city opens, showing throught a veil of rain, rising through a mystical haze of fog gleaming in the impenetrable cold and lifeless, but such an alluring light of neon signs that promise you to tell all the secrets of the night city and the dark sides of human souls...

And this room - as my mind and my heart - is filled from edge to edge with the sounds of synthwave music - bewitchingly beautiful, dark, possessive and uncompromising. And as if in order to finally subjugate me to its will, this insinuating, painfully mysterious and delightfully exciting male voice weaves its way through this transcendental music. And gosh, this voice is so piercingly real, as if its mysterious overawing owner is hiding in the shadown of this room... And this darkness is so real that you can touch it... It's so tempting that you want to touch it.