To experience a concert is unlike anything else
The roar of the crowd only matched by the boom of the music.
My mom, my protector, in the sea of raging people.
The music taking control of each and everyone of them.
She and her friends surrounding me,
Creating a wall between a little girl and the sea.

I do not remember exactly what was being played,
Or what was said.
But I will not forget the overwhelming feeling of awe,
As I watched my idol sang his heart out.

If you look years into the future,
You would find that same girl all grown up now,
Right by the stage at a concert.
My friends and I, we are now the protectors.
Keeping my sister shielded from the sea.
As she experiences for the first time,
The roar of the crowd, the boom of the music.
As she stands in awe,
Listening so closely as the band plays.

Your perfect good girl
Your little *****

Let's cuddle and kiss
oh please make me beg for more

You make me laugh and smile
you make me moan and scream

Your little princess
your ******* queen

Your words drive me insane,
You say just enough to make my mind race,
Thinking of you.
Your lips
Your hands
Your body.
But you never say enough to control my mind.
It races with out direction,
Without knowing what's wrong and whats right.
You say a simple moan can drive you wild,
And my mind wonders what you would do
If you were ever to hear me.
Shaking and moaning under your touch.
Would you stare at me with a sadistic smile?
Would you continue your slow torture?
Letting your hands roam my body,
Allowing your lips to follow suit.
****.
I want to feel your lust.
Show me what you want.
Show me what you can do.
**** it..
Here I am again,
Letting my mind wander

Master.
One simple word,
but it means so much more.
You are my master,
And me your pet
your slave
your *****.
The things you do to me..
I cant help but want more.
Push me down
Tie me up.
Tease me until I beg.
Please, please.
Oh god please **** me master.
I need you,
I crave you.
Please master.

Come play in the dark side
don't be scared darling I'll be your guide
come ******* kiss
let me make you shake
let me make your mind race all day

Come feel your power darling
feel me tremble underneath you
come show me what you can do
listen to your name fall from my lips
welcome to the dark side darling.
Welcome home.

If it's old, or if it breaks,
Don't think twice, throw it away.
Bigger, better, nicer, newer,
Tablets, phones, and computers.
Houses, cars, husbands and wives,
Nothing's good enough
in our disposable lives.

We're taught to hate imperfect things,
Taught to replace and throw away,
Taught to wish for better,
Never settle for less,
Our disposable world
Accepts only the best.

And we wonder why
We're ashamed of our flaws
And why we're insecure
But it might be because
Our disposable world
Says we're not good enough
So what should be pride
Turns into disgust.

We are worth so much more
Than all items combined
We were born good enough
But we fall for these lies.

We aren't mass produced,
We are one of a kind.
So the disposable world rules
Do not apply.

We all know
No future
The queen is dead

God is dead also

So why aren't we free?