Text: Doyle. And Gods Will…. Words.

Words...
Source is dried up, you came a hundred times
Swollen temples of desire
A bottomless hole, animal on all fours
I'm leaving that and get higher
Source, source is dried up
Swollen temples of desire
A bottomless hole, animal on all fours
Swollen temples of desire
Burn the end of all of your nerves
Nostrils filled with blood
You like to get dirty to be Beautiful
I will block all the pores of your skin
So that your smells remain yours
I know the words for the world of your existence
There's always dirt in your swollen temples
Your heart makes me sick, as a matter or fact
No matter how hard I try
I know the words for the world of your ignorance
There's always dirt in your swollen temples
I know what you desire, a bottomless hole
Animal on all fours. I know the words
I know the words for the world of your ignorance
There's always dirt in your swollen temples
Burn the end of all of your nerves
Nostrils filled with blood
You like to get dirty.