Digging the perfect dirt of morality
Dreaming to jump inside
with a schizo satisfaction
Of having your ghost by my side
The lustful and obscene mind.
Seemed to stay above
Delirious and insane i tried to climb
But oh! was I a lady's hand on the perfect glove
Beneath the shrunken paths
Like a bundle of limbs attached to a head
I simply quit and lied in my bed
Awaiting to see these god damned bats.
