Blatant search for
stoned affection
fights the lust that
breeds infection
Her phobia is infection, she needs one to survive
It's her built-in protection, without fear she'd give up and die
But my heart rate is flying
I think I'm dying, I'm hoping it's all in my head
This isn't a game
I'm not feeling well
My face is aflame
It was starting to swell
It was starting to bloat
And I started freaking out
Like I was way too stoned
Was it the allergies or just me being me or both?
I travel through a tube and end up in your infection
Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins
I like you
A random pattern with a needle and thread
The overlapping way diseases are spread
Through a tornado body
With a hand grenade head
And the legs are two lovers entwined
