Pig Destroyer Fourth Degree Burns Lyrics

Her touch is electric caresses like storms
pleasure at the threshold
I see everything sour before it's ripe
tomorrow she'll step on that plane and disappear
but tonight her lips are real and kissing like a head on collision

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