We are battle scarred and poisoned with temptation. | |
To plow through areas so deep I'd reach the core, breathing fluid and tasting life. | |
Your expressions explain everything, and I'd like to turn you on. | |
Pleasure is absence of pain. | |
Blood is withdrawn from art and joy. | |
Rest does not restore passion. | |
My fire will coat your chill, and I'd like to turn you on. |