Nine

What did you do with my clothes?
Skull in my tree, a dungeon pond stone
So speedy and robotic
I've been facing a terrifying fate

Spawn!
Run to the wind
You return!
Spawn!

I'm trying to play with you, can't work it out

I never failed at your embrace
Never believed my lust, all can be turned
I can't get the best in face
The innocence of yours I clean
Getting shards of think
Hide it from me or I will be sent away

This is the silver for my tongue
Painting brush on the tree, martian
Restraining the needless
Running brush and suckle on my face
Run!
Fear the discharge of worm
Scar!
Can't tell the reason for the sound

I never failed at your embrace
Never believed my lust, all can be turned
I can't get the best in face
The innocence of yours I clean
Getting shards of think
Hide it from me or I will be sent away

Look your eyes now
Keep me else
Preserve your
God has not unnamed
For the chaos
Ignore my shouts
Protect your
Loving drives himself from me now

Cutting the minutes to figure
If your limits can still be withered
It's God's will you still care
I will feel the tenderness I like

Never failed at your embrace
Never believed my lust, all can be turned
I can't get the best in face
Run! The innocence of yours I clean

Getting shards of think
Hide it from me or I will be sent away
Run!