Wet from Birth

Don't admit you're sick Let your fit body bury it The faintness that you feel Is nothing permanent Don't buy the sickness on TV You want your help, they want the fee You see the ads and start to think No, no target market television Telepharmevangeli

The news has got me paranoid Papers and the news reports Casualties of every war Anchor people keeping score The weapons now are chemicals In water and in edibles Circulating envelopes With powder through the postal route The threat of a disease is h

I disappear, I lost control, My body's moving, On it's own. I watch myself, Walk away, A poor spirit, took my place. And he's there, Inside the door, So my exits is riding my pulse. Burst of black, Breath of smoke. I disappear, I lost control. I, I d

Was it more than attraction and a physical lust? Her loins, my imagination, that first inconceivable touch, That I was planning, er, I mean wishing, uh.. How embarassed I'd been if you knew what I was thinking of. And whoa, when it started, my first