Chemicals

I am the cunning prince of thieves. I am the nagging bite of teeth.

I am the tightest skirt unraveling and the kiss upon you cheek.

Most lies can put a man in a woman's burning fuse.

Closed eyes can save a man from a woman's taste of fruit.

As long as you refuse to believe in the power of cold showers,

you'll continue to excuse the receiving end of cowards.

I swear to the few who drowned in doubt. I've come here to warn you,

for the ghost can see you now. Chemicals and cannibals, this kiss becomes medical

Fire up the engines

We're getting lost in her hair

I can smell the sulfur burning

sweet sex in the air

Adrenaline and hormones become the pendulum inside

your bones