Song Description
She sidles up like an arachnid, crimson time-piece on her torso
And even with your anti-venom, prepare to lose your self-control
| Song Length |
4:34 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Blues - Rock |
| Tempo |
Floating |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
On Cloud Nine, Vicious |
Subject |
Stars, Planets, Space, Future |
| Similar Artists |
Black Sabbath, The White Stripes |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
She sidles up like an arachnid, crimson time-piece on her torso
And even with your anti-venom, prepare to lose your self-control
For she collects archaic weapons, calibrates them with precision
And while they may seem antiquated, they're sure to land the killing blow
The witch ain't burned by the fire below
Electro-Chemical Overload
All you got to lose is your soul
Electro-Chemical Overload, here we go
She teleports you to her courtyard, amidst impressive statuary
But these are no mere simulacra, her gaze will turn your flesh to stone
She's taking over the armada, with psychic domination
And while your androids remain loyal, the soldiers bow before the crone
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