The primal instincts are not enough
To tempt me away from the thought of you,
This love of ours is dry and tough,
Discarded the bones because I know we're through,
The urge to ****
The rush of the thrill,
Let me strike you with a poisoned dart,
Just to have another taste of your beating heart.
I'm just a lovestruck Hannibal,
I want to eat your love like a cannibal,
I'm a savage, I'm a sinner, I'm living like an animal,
But all I want to do is feed on your love like a cannibal.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
The primal instincts are not enough
To tempt me away from the thought of you,
This love of ours is dry and tough,
Discarded the bones because I know we're through,
The urge to ****
The rush of the thrill,
Let me strike you with a poisoned dart,
Just to have another taste of your beating heart.
I'm just a lovestruck Hannibal,
I want to eat your love like a cannibal,
I'm a savage, I'm a sinner, I'm living like an animal,
But all I want to do is feed on your love like a cannibal.
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