Stevie Taite - Castrate The Crayon lyrics

Stalking in the shadow of syllables Drooling at the curves of translucent lines Slipping your warped finger under the hem of stanza You transverberate through every victims creation And the tight fit of their text Makes you hold your poison pen In s**ual frustration. What it produces is wasted semen Ejaculating a commentary of callous cum And the intelligent poems pity you As you cannot control your Sordid stirrings Your crusted marks of degradation are wiped away with deepest disdain You think you are so very clever With the disguises you don. So as to remain elusive and unstoppable in your destructive desires If I could, I would find a way to castrate your crayon Then the beautiful poems would feel safe once again! And their pure embodiment can lay out in the scripted sun without fear of your perverse eye peering upon them.