It’s not a vision, its a mediocre thought
It’s not a collision, its just headlights in the fog
Put put put your faith, put your faith in the fleas
Blood blood, suck my blood, let it run down your cheeks
And give me that
Organ p (all I need today)
Organ p (all I need today)
Can’t get a reaction so I’m throwing hand grenades
This isn’t attraction, let me show you to your grave
Put put put your faith, put your faith in machines
Blood blood suck my blood, wipe it off on the sheets
And give me that
Organ p (all I need today)
Organ p (all I need today)