Muse stealer
You are a thief...

Misdirected passion
Passionately risqu...

A myriad of green people
Beautiful and dying...

Summer nights
City lights...

The sun can't sleep 'till late
Cooling sugar melts with...

Eyes incandescent
Burn them alive...

You make me want to swim in the ocean and not comb...
You make me want to run wild in fields without any...

That boy with the electric hair
And eyes made of crystals...

Sell yourself to people
With morals to be shamed of...