Chemicals

I am the cunning prince of thieves. I am the nagging bite of teeth.
I am the tightest skirt unraveling and the kiss upon you cheek.
Most lies can put a man in a woman's burning fuse.
Closed eyes can save a man from a woman's taste of fruit.
As long as you refuse to believe in the power of cold showers,
you'll continue to excuse the receiving end of cowards.
I swear to the few who drowned in doubt. I've come here to warn you,
for the ghost can see you now. Chemicals and cannibals, this kiss becomes medical
Fire up the engines
We're getting lost in her hair
I can smell the sulfur burning
sweet sex in the air
Adrenaline and hormones become the pendulum inside
your bones