Galactic Shell (feat. Queer Faith & TheMany)

I want to lick again your whispers They're like honey-spread on a galactic shell They make me grow turboreactors And I feel like I could travel through hell The skull that lays between your boobs Staring at my heart when we kiss This jade piece of art on the loose Green reminder of many deaths to come I want to lick again your whispers They're like honey-spread on a galactic shell They make me grow turboreactors And I feel like I could travel through hell Those circles pending down your ears Silvery shiny doors to your neck Those endless ways back to your body Leading my kisses from you to you again I want to lick again your whispers They're like honey-spread on a galactic shell They make me grow turboreactors And I feel like I could travel through hell Those fabrics covering your spaceship Skirts and dresses or jumpers the same Following your moves from hip to hip Lightening desire in my flame I want to lick again your whispers They're like honey-spread on a galactic shell They make me grow turboreactors And I feel like I could travel through hell All those items sacred to me Surrounding your tremendous beauty Are precious as objects can rarely be But I prefer them off, un-covering your body I want to lick again your whispers They're like honey-spread on a galactic shell They make me grow turboreactors And I feel like I could travel through... hell... hahaha