Like a raindrop,
He falls from the clouds
With the word of what’s ahead
And what’s in store for future
It’s going to get cold,
Now one will know old
The thick air black,
Causing skin to peel back
And blood to spill forward
Sex is a form of payment,
Bone’s click against bones
Sex is a form of payment
Skin that bleeds, inhales disease
Erects with the needs for skin, for skin, for skin
Eyes that see, a world to a freeze
Eyes that see, a world to a freeze