angels and sailors float in helium free from their craft, they lick their souls and innocently they genuflect in sin they then laugh like babies and it is here that in this space their soul writhes they breathe they moan because in this world nothing is perfect but only subdued and fall, fall in the approximation until with a jolt like cum their madness explodes
free from their craft, they lick their souls
and innocently they genuflect in sin
they then laugh like babies
and it is here that in this space their soul writhes
they breathe
they moan
because in this world nothing is perfect but only subdued
and fall, fall
in the approximation
until with a jolt like cum
their madness explodes