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.