Bliss in my skull. Caught at a distance I won't tell.
The void is blooming. Earth revolution do me well, oh yeah.
Frog-eyed dreamer, primal freaks, and little spies that know no good.
All in closer, 2-ton murder. They turn it up in me.
Do as I said, do cum again. My pretty friends, yeah, cum on my spirit.
I'm not smaller. Was that Satan in my bed?
In the corner of everything unseen I see.
Frog-eyed dreamers, primal freaks, and little spies that know no good.
Want it closer, 2-ton murder. Turn it up in me.
Her 11-ton tongue stretches long to present,
Reality an insane poem.
