A certain scent lies in the air
So familiar, so tempting
Being able to resistis pratically invain
Pheromones weakening the senses
Is this amazing stench a trap or an honest signal
In either way she'll be waiting
They're always waiting, they're always waiting
This situation, it really sucks
The urge won't let you quiet, if you do you're fucked
No choice to make, you know what's to do
Hope she wants the cake and not eat it too
I know what she is capable of
My limbs are trŠµmbling, my face feels numb
This situation, it really sucks
The urgŠµ won't let you quiet, if you do you're fucked
No choice to make, you know what's to do
Hope she wants the cake and not eat it too
The gruesome ritual is inavoidable
It's not like there would be a choice
Carefully approaching destiny
With flapping wings and a swaying abdomen
Try to focus and concentrate
And even if that hurdle should be accomplished
There is no guarantee one'll see the next sunrise
The odds of her tearing off one's head and starting to chow on it
While the rest of ones eventual carcass keeps on mating to the point where she decides to devour the rest of one's pityful remains are fairly said more than bad
Enough time has be wasted
Let's get it on I know the cost
Cause once you've tasted
You know, you're lost
This situation, it really sucks
The urge won't let you quiet, if you do you're fucked
No choice to make, you know what's to do
Hope she wants the cake and not eat it too