Bonaparte

Two eyes - a thousand faces
Two lips - they follow the traces
I can't forget, I don't remember neither
Tease like a traitor
The tongue is the leader
Sweat stains - not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it's all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating
My body is a
My body is a
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is a
My body
My body is
A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
Two eyes - exploring motion
Two lips - the roots of erosion
I don't recall, I can't erase it neither
The hand is the vanguard
The land is the bleeder
Two eyes - over stimulated
Two lips - slowly saturated
This vast crevice