The source of my breath
atmospheric warden of the preservation of flesh
fending off the reaper, yet when you speak I'm deaf
You give, but I want more till there's nothing left
not even a crumb, origin of all the things to come
yet to mankind is what you'll succumb
to dust in wind returns to the root from where all it begins
The grasp of nature is in her eyes
I want the between her thighs
I feel the part of the substance and dirt of which we derive
produce me a seed while I intertwine, flirting with the rain in the sky
cloud 9, I feel so high, this rush penetrates while voltage fertilizes
terrestrial sun kisses making out till its alive
place my stake
you give, you give, I take
till you bleed
you sow your seed
I eat, you feed
in my ignorance I won't concede
I watch as you give birth
I cut deep and disperse
masochistic, why must be so perverse?
I take, I use and abuse, while she stays put and profuse
she sustains me
I can't get enough
more and more I lust
Her heart light like a butterfly but under my heel I crush
withering the fruitful yield
leave her in agony while she holds the last seed to build