I think this song might have lead directly to my downfall. Opens with Maynard James Keenan saying "Don't be aroused". Already I am and I can't help what I do after.
Hot boy next to me, sorry buddy, I pounce, apparently.
Wasn't fully aware of what this song did to me until it happened. Of all the movies, why Underworld? Why him? Why then?
So the story goes that I had some boy, no matter now who, at my house watching Underworld and he was doing everything right a la Bruce Willis. Then this song plays. And he's touching me. With hands that look like they've molded clay and massaged flesh. Sensual, strong, erotic hands. Or maybe it's the song. Maybe it's Maynard's voice, which has always meant sex and sensuality to me (since I was 12 and first heard Stinkfist. Does that make me a little fucked up? Probably).
And so rarely do I ever find a man so sensually attractive. Well, any that I don't already know well enough for it to be superweird. And my flesh craves attention. Powers up like a dead spaceship at the slightest touch. Any encouragement at all sets me against myself and well, we already know my body hates me. She says, "Fuck you, rationality!" and does whatever the fuck she wants.
Well, clearly rationality might have helped a bit in this case. Won't hear from that guy anytime soon.
Guess he's not a Maynard fan.
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