Thirst

 

Drench the call, like the smell of green

My hunger for youth

All ten horns in my back

 

Drench the call, like the smell of green

My hunger for youth

Push until I burst

What will kill me is the thirst

 

Feed me your pineal gland

It won't quench but it will relieve

It will make me forget at first

The exhaustion of the thirst