Erase the pictures from my mind
Eliminate the presence of your kind
Unloose the strings of instinct laws
Just to fall into some other jaws
In pounding afternoon I rise
For the pleasure of dying twice
A wingcut anges in decline
Breathe my air and I'll be fine
Put your teeth in me
Carve your name in me
I don't care if there is something
That I'm blind to see
Invite yourself and feel free
To pick up splinter of debris
It's in your sys.ex
Subdues all tha'`s delusive
Initially this lie I'd recoil
But again I crawl this dirty soil
Of all possessions I did treasure
This one's strictly for her pleasure