The trap between her legs is her attention grabber.
Just an adaptation, not a reason to stab her.
But why does my mind consider this an evolutionary trait?
Why must she suffer from this fate?
I feel sedated in the frailness of her stature as I capture
the delicateness of her skin, her frailties - my sin.
Oh god she f**ed me wild because I'm just a child.
I'm just a child playing a game.
I must be insane if I'm just f**ing for the pain.
Why does she receive the blame if I'm just the same?
This is torture as we torch her.
As we torch her this is torture.
This is torture as we torch her.
Torture/Torch her.
How long will she put up with this?
When my kiss thurns to piss?
Why do we get off to this?
This simple is not love!
Bitting, scratching, beating, choking, f**ing.
A constant cycle, she takes out her aggressions
physically because she's sick of living her life
subserviently.
She bruised me when she s**ed me and abused me
when she f**ed me.
She bruised me when she s**ed me and abused me
when she f**ed me.
We all live as masochists!
We all live as sadists, it's madness.
In the midst of all of this s**ual bliss affection is missed.
We all live constricted because we're addicted to
the mental pain that's inflicted.
Gratification through temptation and its sensation.
Incapable of relations, we create false elations.
Someone pays for this terrible.
The pain becomes unbearable hard.
We're all full of these scars.
I'll end the hurt with gla** shards.
I'll bleed it dry as I gouge my eyes.
I'll bleed it dry as I gouge my eyes.
I'll cut away the pain I despise.
I'll cut away the pain I despise.
Never will I live for s**, pain and lies.
Never will I live for s**, pain and lies.
Never will I hurt from the plague of s** and lies.
Never will I live for pleasure and its lies.
Never will I live for disgust, filth, and lies.
Never will I hurt from you and your lies!