As I sit here wondering what I've done to deserve
All the hatred and all the nerve
I have finally decided from somewhere deep
that action is required cause talk is cheap

You promise to give; You promise to stay
And the heat of my lust turns my mind to clay

That you mold and remodel
into something that needs
nothing more for life
than your *** and bottle

And slowly the fear bleeds away
And slowly the tears flee away
And slowly night turns to day
And slowly everythings okay

Until the milk dries up.
Until the giver gives up.
Until the lust burns up.
Now the clay churns up.

Suprised? Not really.
Destroyed? Not fully.

Angry? Like the hottest fire on the hottest sun.

Action. This man's hallmark.
I'm leaving. I would have told you, but talk is cheap.