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Jan 2016
I see you biting the bottom of your lip
Holding back the pleasure
As the blade slips in
Just enough to scar never to ****
Crimson tears trace down the lace
Heightening your thrill

Slip on the tourniquet and pull that ***** tight
Speed hits your vein's and the rush you can't hide
Writhing in pleasure as she runs inside
Moaning in ecstasy pleasuring your thighs

So when that hit bites your naked breast
And your ****** slows you down
When the dream head faded died and left
That's when you hit the ground

In a pool of ****** up puke you lay
Colours of distant happy days
Swirl around into a haze
Yeah reach for the blade again

I know you can't help yourself
Your just a poor little fool
Who opens up her veins it seems
Or your legs to score it's true

**** your making me hot tonight
To see you all ****** up
I'm gonna make you my gurl
Daddies home I'll make it right
Try this yeah coke of your own

Inject it ***** and let me see you fall
Into obscurity
And I'll just take you as and when
My junk *** ***** my heaven sent
Sin
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