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Clash of flesh and bones a clash between two sacks of flesh and bones, call it pleasure or pain addicted to genital friction, but it´s just fiction, do you agree? in this schizophrenic state of mind even a little child has to be sacrificed in the name of love, but hear me, it´s just lust self-centered and selfish me mentality Larceny i´ve got your fingers, under my ribs you killed me, with your lying lips this lump of anger, ate my belief i choke on your heartbeats, by your pulse affection reeks of selfishness attraction fucks with loneliness empathy is balanced larceny my trust ends up in misery infected by horror black plague round up in a hate song i´m growing cold replace me with a big fucking stone Post-natal underline, sign my statements rectify, all where i fail testify, on my judgement day now i die, fill in the gaps i leave plaster my broken values don´t prove me wrong nurse the child i abandon a piece from us all tie me around my waist now please hold on as i explore the darker sides too scared to fall compensate my shortcomings, in life find the skeletons, i hide |
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