I look outside at night, and I don't have a light. I need a light. I need you. I'll turn the TV on, so I don't feel alone. Watch Ethan Frome, or maybe I'll grab a book instead, but Robert Jordan's dead. He's fucking dead. I read it. Put on my floppy feet. The make-up's really neat. I need raw meat. That's what I need.
Clown Kabob.
I shed my underwear, and I don't even care. Neighbor's can stare. They can. A little cold at first, but then I feel the thirst. I'm gonna burst. I know it. I need to feel higher, so I start a fire. A fucking fire. And then I I stick my meat love in, then I feel a grin. Burning begins. I need to.
Clown Kabob.
I can feel the power. Squirt it with a flower. Flesh becomes a shower. Feel like Jack Bauer. Begin to smell a season. Creeps into my reason. Crotch begins a seizin' Dick smells bad. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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