I haven't had the guts, no, I haven't had the balls To tell you all about the thoughts I can't keep out Don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna fall asleep But I've been running out of ways to kill all of these sheep She's been cumming in my head and there's a devil in our bed I can not keep her concealed, and I can't shake that she ain't real She tells me that you're dead or that you just picked up and left And knowing that she lies doesn't dull her piercing eyes When the moon has come and left She's still fucking with my head Dragging me into bed and never letting me forget As my consciousness slips I fall into her grip We drink the devil's blood inducing psychedelic trips She's got ocean in her hips and liños in her lips And when you're lying in my arms she's still tugging on my dick Wet dreams It's not easy coming clean, but my urges can not wean I used to fight but now I fiend Wet dreams...
