Flesh - Bill Nelson

Parked on the edge of another cool moment

Listening to the different frequencies shift… shift…

I place my head in your hands as an act of atonement

For the things I did to your perfect posture…

Flesh

Body of a boy, mind of a monster

A thing of beauty is a joy forever… forever…

Flesh

The will to resist her has turned into water

Rivers of lust are her systems of torture