Rip - Intellectual

Hunger

Lust is coming 'round the bend growing as dig in charge

Brain has turned to quicksand, the body needs this charge

Lush aphantic body talk, summer of content

Frantic incantations by the dances of consent

Breaking into barricades and trenches of control

In the skull of unison, the chance of being whole

Rip the bandage from my heart

Lust is coming 'round the bend, the hunger lures it out

Rhythm of the mating game, subliminal, no doubt

Friction and the rising heat, tingling on the spine

It's all been said a million times, but this time, it is mine

She steps right out of a party dress

She steps right out of her gown

She hardly says a word until she's rolling on the ground

Rip the bandage from my heart

From my heart