Summer Song by Atmosphere

Caress the rooftop and stare at the space
For the flesh that you gave just to get a taste.
It goes… nothing comes close,
Scream with a smile and choke boy choke.
Passion come death, and death bring power,
At the top of the hour, we sing for the monster
And here she goes, with that look in her eyes:
The souls of those that got took by surprise
Crooked little smile that clings to her lips;
On a night like this I sing for the bitch