So close your eyes

your christ is gone

the cripple boy that you once knew

the charm to make my chosen one



the painted lips,

skin ripped and torn

come touch the feel and lick and smell

the scent of what I've worn so well



Everybody wants,

everybody says,

everbody begs

in time.



So drink me in

like tainted wine

go back down on my shopping cart

and taste the dreams that are known to mine



a simple word

a homeless glare

that binds me with the finished thread

and brings me down to pleasures bed



Everybody wants,

everybody says,

everbody begs

in time.



You will be the first to ball

and the feeling will be told



We are! Moist silver



Morphine may be spinal ground

and you rest into my breast



We are! Moist silver



A giant poised

the feel regrets

a jouvious cure, a complex thrill

a memory i wont soon forget



washed out main

to low ones drive

the touch the feel and lick and smell

the earch that only you could sell



Everybody wants,

everybody says,

everbody begs

in time.



You will be the first to ball

and the feeling will disolve



We are! Moist silver



Morphine may be spinal ground

and its smothered into my breast



We are! Moist silver



take,take it all this time

oh, who do i want to follow



Everybody wants,

everybody says,

everbody begs

in time.



You will be the first to ball

and the feeling will disolve



We are! Moist silver



Morphine may be spinal ground

and its smothered into your breast



we are! Moist silver! Silver!

Silver! We are! moist silver!

Silver! We are! Moist silver!