Organ P

It’s not a vision, its a mediocre thought.
It’s not a collision, its just headlights in the fog.
Put put put your faith… put your faith in the fleas.
Blood blood… suck my blood… let it run down your cheeks
and give me that…
Organ P (all I need today)
Organ P (all I need today)
Can’t get a reaction so I’m throwing hand grenades.
This isn’t attraction. Let me show you to your grave.
Put put put your faith… put your faith in machines.
Blood blood… suck my blood… wipe it off on the sheets
and give me that…
Organ P (all I need today)
Organ P (all I need today)