Tripping my [bad word] off 
Ripping your grits off 
Sucking your nips off 
Flicking your bits off wait I'm 
Freaking the [bad word] out 
Hearing myself shout 
Tearing my eyes out 
Wonder what this is about 

V1 
I liked you, you looked at me 
We chose to meet unnaturally 
You knew the boys, you knew the place 
But unfamiliar with my face 
Drink made eyes and weed made stare 
flame appeared a [bad word] me flare 
Light went down but the curtain was up 
And we drank the [bad word] from Medusa's Cup 



V2 
Curtains breathed as chemicals weaved 
Tingling grief meaning relieved 
Staring is clocked and fingers are locked 
Pinching at jeans and a finger is docked 
Anaglyptic walls swell in 
We fall through a door let the tripping begin 
In that room everyone I knew 
I see in your face they came here to [bad word] 

M8 
I like you 
You look at me