Lyrics:

Coghan addressing Tancer:
"Alien longings
Such seductive things
They will consume your heart

White thighs, wide open, are messing your dreams
That cosmic witch
Such hype, that satin-like dream of a skin

She plants her foul seed
Deep inside you core: plastic desire

She embodies the perfect dream
Craving no fulfillment

White thighs, wide open, are messing your dreams
That cosmic witch
Such hype, that satin-like dream of a skin

That plastic cosmic witch
Desire is itching with needle and sting
That plastic cosmic witch
The blonde eminence, the great 'dissatisfier'

Perfection deludes
Try hard to pay no mind
Ha! You die for her touch?
her image gnaws inside

Bare thighs, wide open, what a mess of a dream
That cosmic witch
This thirst, this urge will never be quenched

That cosmic witch
This thirst, this urge will never be quenched

That plastic cosmic witch
Desire is itching with needle and sting
That plastic cosmic witch
Makes you spend a nice time with craving just unbearable
That plastic cosmic witch
The blonde eminence, the great 'dissatisfier'
That plastic cosmic witch
Makes you client, toy in the agency 'find holes in souls' (which she runs with her sister)"