You make me want to swim in the ocean and not comb...
You make me want to run wild in fields without any...

Sell yourself to people
With morals to be shamed of...

That boy with the electric hair
And eyes made of crystals...

The sun can't sleep 'till late
Cooling sugar melts with...

A myriad of green people
Beautiful and dying...

Summer nights
City lights...

Misdirected passion
Passionately risqu...

Eyes incandescent
Burn them alive...

Muse stealer
You are a thief...