Avarice

Passionless avarice for flesh ensues when
Someone with eyes on the prize aligned with men
Let their feelings ferment in the barrels of meat
Please be polite and tell me you're alright even if you must be discrete

And down there burns the phoenix
Right under your skin
Pushing among the veins
If it's dead it sure stirs within

Adam was bornе of the mother of monsters
Doеs that sound familiar to you
In my day i've met quite a few like that
In my day i've met quite a few

And down there burns the phoenix
Right under your skin
Pushing among the veins
If it's dead it sure stirs within

But you refuse to try and coax it out
You're too smart to plant the seeds of doubt
But what if i told you the tree into which they grow
Drops fruit more succulent than anything you've known