The time you open the tap I fall on your lap Then in travel down the body to reach the destination Which was a hallucination Thougt i would travel in a good condition But i think that not our tradition I flushed flickered, so much of gyrations The man would pour me, and never gave me validation I smell hell like a witch craft art But do inhabit tiny little creatures with in the dirt But not to mingle, I m ferocious May burn thy skin out of deadly borne, ie infectious Yes, I am a drain and is very precious #drain
