Your deepest desire - Lucas Jammal 

You want to fuck with me,

But where is your black dress?

Where is your black making up,

Why are you tired and scared? 

If not during the day,

We won’t fuck with our souls, 

We need energy, we need a moment,

To make intensely, every goal.

Why don’t you pull my strings, 

And become the one behind the wheel? 

Why don’t you slap me in the face? 

Why don’t you make the pain looks real? 

Scratch my leg, bite my bones,

Break my body, hold my heart,

Drink my blood and sweat,

Kiss my mouth and suck my soul. 

Then put my thing in a jar,

And set the rest of my body on fire

I’ll be ready to be eaten,

I want to relief your deepest desire.