I am the Flood who drags the Dirt and lives on it She is the Soil With whom I flirt 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's made of Storm I am the Flood Who likes the Dirt and sleeps with it She is the soil with whom I flirt She rots within I am the Flood who purifies She does not know she's fucking with The Lord of Lies When I'm inside her Feels like she's made of Storm Feels like she's made of Storm When I desire her Feels like she's made of Storm Made of Storm