Oh, I will somehow hide in you)
I've got theseя bones and eyes made for seeing
You've got all of these things and more
Something else I don't know which I need
I will reach down your throat trying to find it
Oh your stomach turns at the thought of
No one taking time
Somehow chewing inside of your cheeks
You're afraid of the lengths I will go to
You pull words from your mouth in such order
I could not consciously have composed
My intentions escape my own notice
Now we're stuck with these cold consequences
Hear the notes awaiting their orders
Patiently they prepare for attack
Whenя they burrow under your ribcage
Nest themselves in your chest where it's warmest