2006 August:

Nobody's home
No sound, no light
Just the euphoria
Just a tangible tension

I feel like doing you bad
I feel like hurting you

Hands rushing and rubbing
Lips searching and lurking
Minds flipping and slipping away

One, two, pinch
Four, five, bite
Seven, eight, spank

Legs shake, can't stand straight
Sleeping on a battlefield.