He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent Mother just sat there watching the TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn't love her if she died he wouldn't care So now he's so cold with no emotion And no one matters All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion
(He feels nothing)
Day to day lusting after flesh Feeling satisfied with penetration
All the girls in his mind Fantasy merely postpones his wrath Acting out, soon follows Walking dead women waiting to die
Fingernails embedded deep into flesh Straddling his body gyrating slowly Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time
Digging through her garbage, searching for something Picking through remnants of her daily patterns
Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night's dinner His heart growing fonder with every load he takes
Dreaming of what is to come for this girl Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis
Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence....her sorrow His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive....she's his
His collection now nearing completion He knows everything His parents are blamed, his misperception They created his problems His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine Sex is what drives him His first is special, and so beautiful She doesn't know what's coming...........Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
