Rosita (feat. OfNazareth)

Yo, she was destructive, a meteor shower in abundance

A beautiful nebula, my planet in consumption

I tried to warn the rest of us, but no one would stop to listen

Her eyes made of black holes, and stars trailing ribbons

Flying through my dark sky, she promised me with light

Ultraviolet magicians of a masterpiece for spite

But the fornicated bodysnatcher left me on the floor

Had me spinning in my cranium to pioneer the tour

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sky

Searching for a volatile and cataclysmic ride

Her name's Rosita, she's missing her modality

Searching for a reason just to take you to her galaxy

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sun

Searching for your entropy and constellation fun

Her name's Rosita, a pilgrim of the stars collecting simians in bottles

Now she's drinking them in bars

Postmodern delinquency, no father for sequencing

Ghosts clobber her frequency

Adjust her patterns of mimicry

She shakes her hips with Saturn's rings

And sings her songs with scattered hymns

Until her daylight turns to moons

Into a vacuum of shattered doom

Contact, mathematically figured out her language

It takes two to tango, but only one of us will vanquish

Damsel, ubiquitous to weaponry and anvils

Orbiting your heart to put our planets in a standstill

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sky

Searching for a volatile and cataclysmic ride

Her name's Rosita, she's missing her modality

Searching for a reason just to take you to her galaxy

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sun

Searching for your entropy and constellation fun

Her name's Rosita, a pilgrim of the stars collecting simians in bottles

Now she's drinking them in bars

She spoke in a past tense, outer space cancer

Move with the moon walk salamander dancers

Body like a wormhole destructing all that's nearby

Simple was the simian to channel when her tears dry

Clockwork, forbidden was her love to find your minimum

Dancing round your orbit to crash your condominium

She'll waltz around your skull until your cranium went nebulous

Burning till you turn into a three-headed Cerberus

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sky

Searching for a volatile and cataclysmic ride

Her name's Rosita, she's missing her modality

Searching for a reason just to take you to her galaxy

My name's Rosita, I've fallen from the sun

Searching for your entropy and constellation fun

Her name's Rosita, a pilgrim of the stars collecting simians in bottles

Now she's drinking them in bars