I am the flood
Who drags the dirt
And lives on it
She is the soil
With whom I flirt
And rots with it
I am the flood
Who purifies
I guess she calls Me
The Lord of Lies
When Iґm inside her
Feels like she is
Made of Storm
I am the flood
Who likes the dirt
And sleeps with it
She is the soil
With whom I flirt
She rots within
I am the flood
Who purifies
She does not know
Sheґs fucking with
The Lord of Lies
When Iґm inside her
Feels like she is
Made of Storm