I've been here so long
in your warm pond
one which makes me numb
in this awful slumb
cold as the stone's fist
wet as mornings mist
your long spiked tongue
runs deep my wound
white leech
who*e of Babylon
I hang my head in your pale skin
I'll find a cave
and forge the sword
to overcome
to split you in two
cold as the stone's fist
wet as morning's mist
with the sun's first kiss
your tongue I miss
wake up my love
nights of hard disease
I'm in your warm pond
with the sword I hold
white leech runs deeper