All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now

The stars are pulling me in, pulling me out

This tart owns all the love inside of me

and you would not believe the sight of her

All these sentimental people,

they all gather around the well

I've been giving rhymes away


All ripe, the lady and I have tea in the white

She sighs, the carnivorous bite, cadaverous life

Is stomping, coming for to get me soon

Alas, I know my doom is on it's way

All these sentimental people, 

they all gather around the well

I've been giving rhymes away