She's made of us the drops of us that fall up to the sky But through the process no one even asks the question why it is that she Is the epitome of all the we could never hope to be The perfect she, completely free of everything Of all the lust that leaves its rust upon our skin She gazes on. Where? In astral ponds lying naked in the sin She'll make you feel redemption you just have to let her in She'll fill your whole your mind and soul with what you've always missed And when she comes you'll start to run you'll know that you exist Ooh She's getting wet She comes out of the rain that washes over desert sands She purges and it's painless when she takes you by the hand She'll break your soul and make it whole inside a single smile She'll take your sin and outer skin and leave you like a child