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 I'm 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

she's $#&@ing with
the Lord of Lies


when I'm inside her
feels like she is
made of Storm