Trust me
I've had a crappy year
Realizing the worst of my fears
A nightmare that I'm forced to live through
Must I clip my nuts to survive
Perversion
Pervert
Perversion
Yeah, yeah
Manners are just a social skill
I have learned how to get my will
Caress her with my insect hands
She's making love to the dead
Perversion
Pervert
Perversion
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Why now?
I had hope
Kill me
Don't make me beg
Why now?
I had hope
Why now?
Smiling but I'm dead inside
The madonna-whore that I hide
Insurgent refuse to tall in line
Benumb of feeling
Perversion
Pervert
Perversion
Yeah, yeaheh
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