The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
and any man or woman would be sent into dismay,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,
I'll puncture all those fragile veins smearing blood from lips to chests,
I'll draw upon those sparks of sea hiding in your eyes so gray,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
My words will lick like honey on your thighs 'gainst your protests,
Our sexual fevers burning up the misconceptions of what's gay,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,
You can lie to them that you fought back and uttered your detests,
You can use the deck stacked in your favor and that they'll believe is what you pray,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
Why bother with their sympathies of your sullen lows and rests,
When I can build your dearest dreams that haunt you every day,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed,
It's time to stop regretting the dead soul that you forcefully regressed,
It's time to cut your sticky piece of this sickly slice of pie,
The lapis in your eyes alights the rose quartz on your breasts,
When her husk of comfort perishes you'll see just how much you're blessed.