Nociceptor X
Another bud is grown midstorm
Surrounding, mother's treachery
And blurry eyes escort the form
Excluded from debauchery

Debauchery in paradise
In lustful love you can take part
She's ever present in the dice
The dice that roll on with our hearts

Her rolling eyes would turn me green
If I could even taste the world!
I'd give my all and better, still
Than you could ever give that girl!

Your moral turns are kink and fetish.
The universe from my perspective
It's barely even lit to think
And never bought
A stroke of ink--