Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me!