When you turn your words to fingers
and reach inside my mind
As through the rising mist they go
take care of what you find
Far into the steaming depths
between the trees and vines
It sleeps inside the shadows
sweat rolling down its lines
Your fingers dance in darkness
and touch the primal nerve
Wet electric impulses
that it must bow and serve
You slide your hands into my head
and you bang it on the wall
Shaking up the wilderness
for something ancient to heed the call
Its eyes get tunnel vision
ready for the heat of the chase
Baring fangs and fur on end
but can't see you anyplace
A vision and a heartbeat
your fingers at their play
In your hands the burning nerve
the predator is your prey
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