Whispers are calling
Falling down my neck
The parasitic charm that's
Moving to my chest
Wide awake from all these fevers you'd call dreams
Seal it with a kiss
Dressing those wounds clean
Cuz your desire burns the fire in my scream
The cure to my way out is the proclivity
To dress you down with me
Yeah I feel the drip
Yeah I feel the drip
Yeah I feel the drip, drip, drip
The stain of my pride
Growing black inside
Lie with abandoned eyes to keep the blinded lonely
Oh shove my head below
From coming up for air
Slow down my wayward soul
From ever even knowing I was scared
Cuz your desire burns the fire in my dreams
The cure to my way out is the proclivity
To dress you down with me
Yeah I feel the drip
Yeah I feel the drip
Yeah I feel the drip, drip, drip
Only if the drips tight move your lips
Baby if it hits right, lose your head
Only if the drip's tight, move your lips
Yeah I feel the drip
I feel the drip
