I’m sinking in emancipation
But I know that it shows that I’m next to you turning on

And I’m feeling the liberation
Till the dawn, till the dawn, and I'm inside you turning on
You’re turning on

Turning on
You’re turning on

I’m racing toward exploitation
Holding on, holding on turning on
And I'm getting so saturated
And I long, and I long to be tasting you turning on
You’re turning on

Turning on
You’re turning on
Turning on

I suppose we will play now
You’re turning on
Do you like to be hunted
By a snake in the grass
And now you’re spinning around
You’ll be delivered last

Take you down till you get there
Mistaken journey we're [bad word] on my lover and bite me
Keep me high until dawn

You’re turning on
Turning on
You’re turning on
Turning on
Turning on
You’re turning on
Turning on
You’re turning on