Grab life by the chin give her a hard pressed kiss.
Fuck it on the floor till it drips, mark it with nail and teeth.
Now breath deep and repeat
Go down until she melts, trace her past all by yourself,
arched back and hollow gasp you're doing okay.
My head's a beehive searching for a muse that don't exist.
We can lay alone or lay together.
Intertwine in an ancient kiss or drift away,
two birds, no stone.
Sing me the song I wrote to fill my empty chest.
Pan's flute doth cast a wicked spell my friend.
Cupid shoots blanks inside my naive mind.
I feel as if I'll die.
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