Come

Gravitronic sea-weed pressing filthy through our land
 The seven sounds of thunder vibrate slickly into sand
 I know about the thing you do. I know about your hand.
 I know about your loneliness. I know about your plan.
 Your fruit is ripe I take a bite and I'm alive again.
 I need to have your body sweating drinking in my sin.
 Your vodka tonic spittle swimmer's what I stole from you
 Now I own your soul and hell just tell me, only tell me, when you...
 Come... Uhh...
 You know I wanna fuck you in our fantasy room
 Drinking in the champagne swimmin' in a gravity tomb
 Your a dirty girl you know I never want you clean
 I've got to rip your underwar I've got to feed again.
 Bitch I need your kisses drippin' sweet like sippin' dew.
 I'm hungry for the scent of life discovering in you.
 Three days in our prison and our legs just smell of you.
 I bought these souls to bet with you,
 I know your name, now tell me when you...
 Come... Uhh...
 I am so close to you. I need a taste to know you care
 Don't you dare. All those guys, in your hair, they dont care
 You're sleepin' around every bed in town.
 If you don't like me why you around?
 Mark my words I'll be rich or dead
 either way I'll buy your soul too...
 Come... Uhh...