Motion Picture Dream Boy - Descartes A Kant

Fever of mine

I want to love you ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break my face, ‘til I break it

Fever of mine, I want so bad to put our mouths together, to put our mouths

together to…

Logic won’t produce magic

I just wanna spit and swallow you

Masturbationalistic motion picture dream boy

Can you hear the tic-toc?

Can you hear the tic-toc tic-toc?

He’s my motion picture dream boy

Sugarcoated poison bite

The most sacred thing alive

Masturbationalistic

Sugarcoated poison bite

The most sacred thing alive

He’s my motion picture dream boy

Masturbationalistic

His eyes are highly mystic

He’s the object of my fantasies

He’s my motion picture dream boy

Sugarcoated limerence

The most unique characteristics

Extrapolation of our chemistry

He’s my motion picture dream boy

A parade of my projections and the fortress of my obsessions

With his powers, he’ll transfigure me

He’s my motion picture dream boy

I know he won’t live long

I can hear the tic-toc of his transitory life in me

How could it be that this thing that felt so real wasn’t real?

Quite like god, just a comforting illusion

And, illusions will keep us alive