Bonaparte My Body Is A Battlefield
Two eyes, a thousand faces
Two lips, they follow the traces
I can't forget, I don't remember neither
Tease like a traitor
The tongue is the leader
Sweat stains, not that it matters
What remains, is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it's all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating
My body is a
My body is a
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
Two eyes, exploring motion
Two lips, the roots of erosion
I don't recall, I can't erase it neither
The hand is the vanguard
The land is the bleeder
Two eyes, over stimulated
Two lips, slowly saturated
This vast crevice
Drones in the distance
The last of a species
The scent of resistance
Sweat stains, desires have drained
Feeble attempts but still not satisfied
Everything is swallowed
At the end of the page
Fingers keep marching
Until I disengage
T-t-traces, my body is a
T-t-traces, my body is a
T-t-traces, my body is
A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield
T-t-traces, my body is a
T-t-traces, my body is a
T-t-traces, my body is
A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield
Sweat stains, not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it's all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating
