eat me in darkness, in the light of a dying grass,of a lifeless blue sand,take me and make me beg for a silent violent storm
throw me down like a bag of angry nuts,humble in hot *** in a hot -white winter, chew me like a greedy lion over lamb of a creepy camp without lame excuses,grind my toungue,stroke pull my friendly hair when my ******* are swollen
Have no mercy,keep it messy,to yourself and Shhh, i'll pay the bill and the pill
if you wanna prune
if you wanna sprout
I need a sound and a smell of A red rotten egg in a hard shell
it smells good life and make me long for a ride
a ride in a village
where saints aint invited
wanna mess up with the devil
I see his marks,it sees my fading tatoo
smell the good taste of a begging soul
hit my lip, kiss a tik, make me smile
the village i wanna visit, all **** and ***** shirts,red wine
fine hardships ****** and swagger
mixed up in a laundry where my heart sings with desire
mess it up tear a little bit fear no messiah
no priest or a preacher
saint and a sin wear same shoe
make a berry wish i'll give you every dish
of a lonely naked girl in her balgy falling pants
mess it up roll it out and aim for hell
this is a feeling
i have owned for a second
longed for days
wished for months
it flashes my mind when my *** flushes kindness
whu a u to make it holy
who begs a preacher when a ride is evil
just around the corner
where my neighbour sees it better
i freak and beat the seat before the blindman sees im weak
someone to steal me, feast ON me,
till i disappear in that neat ****
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
eat me in darkness, in the light of a dying grass,of a lifeless blue sand,take me and make me beg for a silent violent storm
throw me down like a bag of angry nuts,humble in hot *** in a hot -white winter, chew me like a greedy lion over lamb of a creepy camp without lame excuses,grind my toungue,stroke pull my friendly hair when my ******* are swollen
Have no mercy,keep it messy,to yourself and Shhh, i'll pay the bill and the pill
if you wanna prune
if you wanna sprout
I need a sound and a smell of A red rotten egg in a hard shell
it smells good life and make me long for a ride
a ride in a village
where saints aint invited
wanna mess up with the devil
I see his marks,it sees my fading tatoo
smell the good taste of a begging soul
hit my lip, kiss a tik, make me smile
the village i wanna visit, all **** and ***** shirts,red wine
fine hardships ****** and swagger
mixed up in a laundry where my heart sings with desire
mess it up tear a little bit fear no messiah
no priest or a preacher
saint and a sin wear same shoe
make a berry wish i'll give you every dish
of a lonely naked girl in her balgy falling pants
mess it up roll it out and aim for hell
this is a feeling
i have owned for a second
longed for days
wished for months
it flashes my mind when my *** flushes kindness
whu a u to make it holy
who begs a preacher when a ride is evil
just around the corner
where my neighbour sees it better
i freak and beat the seat before the blindman sees im weak
someone to steal me, feast ON me,
till i disappear in that neat ****