Chemlab Pyromance

Sink my finger in your hair,

the sweat and the smell of our liquid affair,

in a gasoline burn our bodies will churn with a flick

of the switch you'replugged in to the itch.

..my battery got a charge with my finger triggeringyour

sparkplug, I felt that speedy booss when you bent down

and licked myboots heady and headed in the direction

of soma crash-car intersection it'scalled "why don't

we do it on the road" or at least that's what I am told