Your eyes beseech us Implore our feminine instincts To give in We are swooning, we are easy We are like driftwood We are the deer And you are the knights The charlatans... you are the firearms The bullets fleeting The hearts that stop beating When you climb on top of us Decrescendo of breathing It's all black and white to you But who can blame you We are pallid We are rainbow We are heathered We are jet Face it You're panting in and out While laying on a corpse She just died She'll be there underneath you Till the second death occurs Third, fourth, fifth Hundredth Your face is everywhere Undeniably slick You think you're gods gift You don't deserve the consequence We deserve hell Well, I hope this shakes you If the law doesn't break you And nobody ***** you.