Bill Nelson - Flesh
Parked on the edge of another cool moment
Listening to the different frequencies shift shift
I place my head in your hands as an act of atonement
For the things I did to your perfect posture
Flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh
Body of a boy mind of a monster
A thing of beauty is a joy forever forever
Flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh flesh
The will to resist her has turned to water
Rivers of lust are her systems of torture