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 [bad word] with
 the Lord of Lies 

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