Drunken stars zoom through the sky,
pondering on a Friday night.
Looking for a warm place to sleep,
and in this catacomb it rests deep.

In and out, the walls the limit,
doesn't take to long for it to finish.
And as the moment ends so does the care,
as I fade away into despair.

Got what I wanted...
Got all from her that she's worth.
Now I move on to the better,
because I got what I wanted from her.

Those fire flies lay eggs in their territory,
it made its way and finished the story.
It's over with as they glide into ecstasy.
Done and bored, leave the hussy.