Red lips
Launch no ships,
But black lips make waves.
They fire off rockets,
In a passionate, murderous rage.
Your lips,
Are more than
This body can take.
My lips are violence,
In the shape of the sound
Of your name.
Red lips
Launch no ships,
But black lips make waves.
They fire off rockets,
In a passionate, murderous rage.
Your lips,
Are more than
This body can take.
My lips are violence,
In the shape of the sound
Of your name.