Cacoethes, Checkmate i have her pinned
You can't escape the grasp of two hands clutching passion
Madness in the night
Creaky beds echoing in the forest
Orgiastic Festivities
Parades in the street as the women moan their last climax
Sore Twats and Drained Cocks
A night of bacchanalian revelry
Cyprians Spreading a nightly rate
As Dionysia Longs For 7 Nights
Carousing bands of drunken emotions
Roaring in by the drum full
Staight from the tap
They spawn blind love
This bank is full and out of emotional investments
It still is looking to give out interest yet expects no return
REVOLT SPARKS as THIS NEON SIGN DISPLAYS TODAY'S NEWS
Intoxicated Coitus Feeds Of My Existence
I long for passionate sweat
Yet fear its effects
Sitting in between contridiction
I get compressed
