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

A myriad of green people
Beautiful and dying...

Eyes incandescent
Burn them alive...

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

Muse stealer
You are a thief...

Summer nights
City lights...

Misdirected passion
Passionately risqu...

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

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