EVERY TOUCH WAS FLESH
TIGHT UP AGAINST AND KISSING
SOFT AND WARM INSIDE

EVERY THOUGHT WAS FUCK
SPACE STATION SINKING IN FIRE
CAN’T SEE THROUGH THE BLOOD

EVERY FEEL WAS GLANDS
TO FIND OUT IT MEANT NOTHING
TORRENTIAL NIGHTMARES

STANDING ON THE STREET
DISCONNECTED AND ALONE
BLOWING IN THE WIND

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
WHEN DEATH COMES, I WILL SWALLOW
RISE TO MEET THE PAIN