Friday, January 18, 2008

junk - random lyrics without music

There was a blackout
I let him
suck my dick
but he read more
into it

Men are meat
was my motto
and let the feast

won't pretend there was no trouble
up in our nest
you gone and left me
in a state
my friends call
a mess
I'm not some
condom to use
and throw away with no regret

my rage knows
no boundaries
when it comes to
protecting my
brittle heart
Mister, i got
the skill to kill
down to an art


You order food
and send it back
someone like you
should cook
his own meals
why put the wait staff
through that


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