Descartes A Kant Motion Picture Dream Boy
Fever of mine
I want to love you ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break it
Fever of mine, I want so bad to put our mouths together, to put our mouths together to...
Logic won't produce magic
I just wanna spit and swallow you
Masturbationalistic motion picture dream boy
Can you hear the tic-toc?
Can you hear the tic-toc tic-toc?
He's my motion picture dream boy
Sugarcoated poison bite
The most sacred thing alive
Masturbationalistic
Sugarcoated poison bite
The most sacred thing alive
He's my motion picture dream boy
Masturbationalistic
His eyes are highly mystic
He's the object of my fantasies
He's my motion picture dream boy
Sugarcoated limerence
The most unique characteristics
Extrapolation of our chemistry
He's my motion picture dream boy
A parade of my projections and the fortress of my obsessions
With his powers, he'll transfigure me
He's my motion picture dream boy
I know he won't live long
I can hear the tic-toc of his transitory life in me
How could it be that this thing that felt so real wasn't real?
Quite like god, just a comforting illusion
And, illusions will keep us alive