Hate Dept. - b**h lyrics

Feeling you fade, fanning my face with your last leaf; another rotting tree Loosen your tongue, yes, now slip it into me. I'll return the lust, b**h Give us your grace, how about some of your sunny weather? To keep me warm Give me a touch, not just one of your friendly brushes. Reach into me, b**h Give me some fear, more than more of your weaknesses, like a filthy sea Licking my lips with disgust and anticipation. I taste your blood, b**h