I am the flood who drags the dirt
And lives on it, survives on it
She is the soil with whom I flirt
And rots with it and rots with it
I am the flood who purifies
I guess she calls me the Lord of lies
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
I am the flood who likes the dirt
And sleeps with it and dreams with it
She is the soil with whom I flirt
She rots within, she rots within
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
I am the flood who purifies
She doesn't know she's fuckin' with the Lord of lies
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
When I'm inside her
Feels like she is made of storm
Feels like she is made of storm
When I'm inside her
When I'm inside her
When I'm inside her
When I'm inside her
When I'm inside her
When I'm inside her