Blunts torn to his twenty-six year old

A mafia of the sky

Sitting, waiting for his sex

To fall on his body 

So he could trace his identity

And his desires

Now does it fall from heaven?

Or rather rise from hell?

Or have they both met here

Right at his body

Slink into the skin of your bones

Taught when you lean

A devil laughs when you bleed

An angel bleeds when you you laugh

A body knows it's blue