Venus
atmospheres are made of lust
and both of us let it build dust
don’t be scared, babe
lick your fingers and trace the sand
‘cause we’re in the catacomb flames
and you’ll never see blue and green again
so touch the ice on venus
i bet it feels hot as hell
‘cause when the night comes
your dreams still rot and dwell
don’t be scared, babe
the staged landings are over now
‘cause we’re hidden in the red clouds
and i’ve always loved the way your echoed voice sounds
so touch the foreign sand dunes
take a look at all of this
‘cause when the night comes
the creatures rise from the abyss
atmospheres are made of lust
now let’s wipe way this ancient dust
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