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When we cum your skin is mine as if we die and combine and then we spill our souls in sacred folds Every body wants to taste a little something carbon-based Sex is proof the Holy Ghost crawls around in stuff that's gross Yeah There's a serpent in my body right below my belly When I crave an apple you are redder than an orchard We tangle up like rubber bands We make more noise than pots and pans Bodies join in novel ways Before they're buried and decayed Every body wants to taste a little something carbon-based Sex is proof the Holy Ghost crawls around in stuff that's... Conflating, inter-penetrating From Letras Mania