Carfax Abbey - Spitshine lyrics

I'm not too hell bent on your cradled views I'm not too hell bent on spitshined shoes I'm not too hell bent on your broken prayer I'm not too hell bent, nor do I care I'm not your spitshine I'm not your spitshine I'm not your dirty who*e Must I constantly remind you I am not the tie that binds you Not your masterpiece or your reward Tell me what you want from me Tell me what you want me to be Self portrait of yourself you see in me Don't go trying to fix me Not a f**ing thing wrong with me Not some sculpture you can mold out of clay I'm not your spitshine I'm not your spitshine I'm not your dirty who*e Must I constantly remind you I am not the tie that binds you Not your masterpiece or your reward I'm not your spitshine I am cancer's Christ I'll make you little who*e I hope you choke on my own cyanide Tastes like cancer on the inside Once I rape you, then you'll be pure I'm not your spitshine I'm not your spitshine I'm not your dirty who*e Must I constantly remind you I am not the tie that binds you Not your masterpiece or your reward