Insect Lust Lyrics

She invites him in, he throws his prize onto the bed, smells her scent,
his member burns inside tight jeans like fire. He lifts the blouse from her breasts.
Nipples are blistered and red, covered in sores.
Ignores this, cupping the dry, cracked skin. He tears off her skirts, runs his fingers on thigh,
lumpy surface greets his tips. His repulsion is drowned by intense lust.

He inserts a finger deep, thrusting, scrapes the walls, sharp sting his knuckle.
He rips out his hand and cowers in pain. He stares at her cunt, he is repulsed,
sees the spiders spill from her hole. Scattering quickly all over the sheets.
She cannot see why he's so afraid.
He flees the bedroom like a frightened child as she begs him not to leave.
She's left alone again and she asks "Why don't they want me?" tears well in her eyes.

Still turned on she sifts through her drawer, select the ants and kissing bugs,
they're kept in jars. Tip them on her, ants bite her clitoris, she swoons with ecstasy.
Tritominae bite her lips, spiders swarm her anus. Urticating hairs tickle her,
venom seeps in, her body swells, writhing around, she starts to come.
Coating the insects in liquid of sex. Pure devoted love.