They lived and breathed this kind of rattle.
And if it still hurts then hold your breath,
Like they held theirs' until their death.
Don't hate them for what they've done,
Hark! my laugh, my industrious mouth,
Spilling its lies and its jokes.
Boring, boring your blah blah blah spout,
Makes me wanna shoot holes in your folks.
I move her body and make it shiver
Brush her lips and make them quiver.
She moans and groans, she begs for me.
I slice through her honesty.
Behold my fixation.
My grauitous love.
It could be physical.
To all the people who live a lie,
Minds polluted, Wishing to die.
Heart in peril and soul in pain,
These words drip down like bloody rain.