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Twisted Porno Flick
Can't drag me down to that level.
I don't wanna be a part of your twisted fantasy.
Not a part of your cheap porno flick.
Trapped by my own reality,
Break free to see you on some other chick.
Wanna rip my heart out?
Feed it to your dead willing slaves.
Lap the blood like faithless dogs.
Drug back from fresh dug graves,
Try to fix me in the timeless fogs.
Take away the cheap gitter paint.
The death by number candy cane coal.
I want you below my peticured feet.
Lost without your worm rot soul,
Cry for your ginger ale existence.
 Sundreena · Mon Oct 03, 2005 @ 10:14pm · 0 Comments |
