The row of heads, their posture binding to the elongated spine
You feed on my language
Your vacant mind starves for
The intoxicated shit spew of the possessed half
His elongated tongue slithering from my gaping hole of a voice box
The tongue glides slowly across my lips
Like a vagrant's perverted kiss
I have been detached from my body for as long as I can remember
I am a voyeur through the eyes of God
I am a voyeur of the drunken ego
My whispers grow louder, his eyes grow darker
My fingers poking through his weakened flesh
The row of heads begin to tilt in question
Fall, lust
Winter, careful
Fall, lust
Winter, careful
Fall, lust
(They'll pin this all against you)
Winter, careful
(They'll pin this all against you)