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

I feel the stain on my pride

Growing black inside

Lay on 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