I can't appeal to this mountain of a man
Whether nails in his hands or hunting with his white whale
He is someone to no one
No one to his mother
And if his ecstasy is half as I believe
I'm calling the campaign a job well done

When I see a star in my search history
I can't breathe, a star for Star Baby

Your will be done
Machine gun flood

Kiss your porcelain skin
No one else will do it
Pleasure in disgust
Unison chromatic lust

I can't believe the horror in your eyes
Did I meet your expectations?
Or were mine simply too high?
I keep scrolling down her scrapbook
Content with ever after
Licking down her back now
Cause her vertebrae's all I'll ever need

Heavenly, her curves should be Art History
Magdalene worshipped by my savior

Your will be done
Machine gun flood

Kiss your porcelain skin
No one else will do it
Pleasure in disgust
Unison chromatic lust

I, I can't appeal to this mountain of a man
Whe- whether nails in his hands or hunting with his white whale
He is someone to no one
No one to his mother
Love to see my Delilah riding
When she takes my hair for granted
When she takes my, when she takes my hair

When I see a star in my search history
I can't breathe, a star for Star Baby

Kiss your porcelain skin
No one else will do it
Pleasure in disgust
Unison chromatic lust