PT Grimm The Dead Puppies - The Goddess Who Stole My Penis Lyrics

So multi-faceted the gold plated ape face will struggle for a post. Venerable.

Grinded against the erotic shield which acts as a gauntlet to the chaos we occupy.

But when I see the ivory I feel the harpy calling me.

Not satisfied at all with with your physicality. Unsatisfactory. Venerable.

A valley of green with children, serene. With fifteen senses and nothing obscene.

No prophets here, ignore the sphere, do not adhere to this severe career.