Her voice and the beats
The sunset and wind that fits
Choices that mark the way
Creating new furniture today

Whisper the prayer softly with your lips
I can sense the touch of those fingertips
Browse destiny booklet today
What would be there, what might fray

Heart trembles for a moment in the meat sack within
The changes that drive soul come creeping in
Cold attitude, heartless dismay
Don’t give me that bullshit today

Cold salty taste of thy beer
I sense that evil sneer
You can waste time being a bitch
Or orgasm under my weight, as you twitch

The rude side of day coming nearer
As sights of last nightstand is clearer
You like your pleasure a bunch
And that’s not just my hunch