You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.

Here i am in front of two
They're brains are full but kinda blue
One is down for a frown
Two is glue with heavy due

But why not come close with no clothes
When there is spark that light the dark
Are you afraid of what words may do?
Or the taste of heaven that stung you

Block the call while walking the hall
But a thing or two
Will always remind her of you
About how a moment of you
could have been a memory too

If I could breath fire,
I'd inhale,
And never let it go,
Just to feel alive again,
Just to feel like I was burning
with passion like I used to.

My hands are tied,
At the back of the chair,
Locked around my arms is a rope,
As I try to break free,
The roop cuts my wrists,
Blood that falls on the floor,
Makes me wince,
I carefully withdraw a knife,
Which was already in my pocket,
I take it out and I find out,
It was a butter knife.