unconscious epiphany, today i'm waking up to a purpose. My blood is on fire with careless, wild passion. We are the animals that breed at night.
Dreams of excessive violence and sex, spinning me into the devil's dance. Doctor ask your questions and attack me with your needles, I'll sit back and watch the magic work.
Keep the promises you make to yourself, or drown in your own pathetic lack of life. My body grows sharper everyday, and last night you rubbed your hands around my hips, giving me the bone check. You are my soft spot.