Your very voice is like a plague Slowly... Anna Vargas

Your very voice is like a plague
Slowly infecting my senses
I'm in some sort of boiling rage
You've broken my defenses
I want to outrage your mother
Hurt everything you love
Smash your heart into powder
Far worse than you’ve done
Cause your words are made of acid
Eroding till my soul
Yeah your words are made of acid
Eroding till my soul

Venon venon
Drips from your lips
I’m intoxicated
I’m intoxicated
Venon venon
Somebody save me, please
I’m intoxicated
I’m intoxicated