A bunch of this and a bunch of that
I'm getting high with you riding an electric horse
I'm coughing a lot and letting my skin go slack
A million new Ideas getting set for this rage
My eyes go black My eyes go in
Ready to tare a new prize cut into your peach red slime
I'm ready to touch your central nerve
I want to see you twitch and be my gold love ocean
I smell you and want to touch your taste
You taste like flesh and I want to spasm and grow complete
You move me this way and that
You're cast in crimson and black
You're a gallon of ecstasy and I am overflowing
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