The element of the song
Slide your fingers along its cratered skin,
fantasize your precious illusion
Appeal
Dig your fingers just below the surface,
Just enough to get a slight grip:
Give your nerves a feel for its hide
Slowly peel back the first layer to see a hole in the exterior
The coarse web clinging like hell onto its remains-
unscathed by the separation-
hopeful that they might stay in tact
But at the same time begging to be picked apart
To give you just a taste
A taste of something new, something familiar.
Make it yours.
And you do.
You put it in your mouth,
the melodics bleeding onto your eager tongue
Leaving you with an overall sense of..