40 -FORTY-

I touch your fire
The pressure
of the cylinder rises
The gravitation tween us
enforced
Our skin smells scorched
The bodies soak for
The signal of the blood device
The rhythm of the beat bang us
It rises
It rises (It rises)

I am a servant of desire
You're wrapped up in the water
Intersected,
intercourse with the blood
Biting meat, sucking bones
Sipping liquid, touching freaky
Grabbing the every
nerve of emotion
Charmed by you and luna thing
The memory of the sea we're in
There is it
There is it
There is it
It's there

I hear a voice say stop
I hear a voice to push me
The curve lightened by T.V
I calm down my rough breath
Got my rhythm back
Forgot the washed-away
feeling for a moment
SMOKE
Gimme a memory
Alcohol in the midnight
Neither morning coffee nor
the evening shower ever changes
Rain keeps falling 40 days
Still raining
We crawl on the ground
in the valley of the building
Where we lost the smell of blood
and we looked for the beat
The loops of a release
and a spell
We hold on again...
Looking for more, and
Looking for more, and more,
more, more, more....
Residents of darkness
Trusters to the darkness
I don't believe the moon...
There is it
There is it
There is it
It's there
There is it
There is it
don't believe
It's there
It's there

There is it
We hold on again...
There is it ...
Residents of darkness
Trusters to the darkness
There is it
It's there
Gimme a memory

It's there
It's there
There is it
Looking for more, and more,
more, more, more....
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it
There is it