There's more to me than what meets the eye,
But no one cares to see it.
I'm just a ghost who cannot fly,
It's what it is, so be it.
Changeling changes before my own eyes,
Morphing to something I can't recognize,
'Cause in my mind I specialize,
In picking truth from little lies.
Inside of you there is something different.
Something only you have the power to.
You don't need a key or a magic word.
All you need is the power of you.
Adam Michael Smith
Stroke my neck, kiss me one last time.
I am yours as you are mine.
Your captive, your slave, theres no way to escape.
Tranced by your spell, there's no way to awake.