Das Vorgefühl

Sun is going down
Right between your thighs
Feel me coming down
Falling as you sigh
Keep screaming baby
You like what’s happening to you
Keep screaming babe
You know it’s true

Take a look at my face
See in its place
That empty place
Where death has colour
Red your face
Bound the body
Harsh the breath
Fill your vision
With our death

Sun is going down
I’m here between your thighs

I had a premonition
Heard it calling in your sighs

© 2007, Mosquitobyte