Begone Your tracks tingle and force me to scratch

Don't look back Your thatch bends to the shape of my wavelength

Sensation My nerves detach and burst into climax

My senses collapse Consciences dispatch

Gone with your touch

Imagination Misconception

Fabrication Self-deception

Dissolution Indigestion

Suppuration Decomposition

With a crunch Blue juices ooze out

Your muscles stimulate my taste buds The flavours amass

My visions start to clash I've conquered you at last

Sickening molts unwrap Thought circuits start to lag

Everything leaves me nauseous But I've conquered you at last