It's how I love the feeling of s** and desperation lose the pace and churn the legs with panoramic lip gestation that mutilation reeks of s**; I'll take that hemorrhage to my temple that's why I love to smell the s** in every heartbeat, k**er my lips don't work with vision but my hips can't live without it danger, danger just don't give into strangers selling blood that melts my heart K-I-S-S or K-I-L-L you're not quite immune like heartbreak (and that's quite a catch) (and she's not quite dead) and creates that mechanism to save us from the stench of selling poisons door to door with blood that melts your heart (please just be my chloe) if you'll be my Chloe, then I'll be your Jacob Sewell if you were a kitten then they would skin you, softly that's how the ingrates keep the lovers second guessing the blood feud