Feeling you fadenFanning my face with your last leafnAnother rotting treenLoosen your tongue, yesnNow slip it into menI'll return the lust, bitchnnGive us your gracenHow about about some of your sunny weather?nTo keep me warmnGive me a touchnNot just one of your friendly brushesnReach into me, bitchnnGive me some fearnMore than more of your weaknessesnLike a filthy seanLicking my lips with disgust and anticipationnI taste your blood, bitch