a jezebel in past memories
or was it the men who took over--
after all it was there tendencies
a town like hell in past memoires
or was it the house of god--
after all that is what it transalates;
or is it just a fraud?
change comes.
change goes.
so add your sums,
find the pimps and hoes.
it's reality i love.
the sound of the siren.
but in this economy were getting fired--
when the jobs should be a hirin'
but i don't mind the flame
this mind of mine is one you cannot tame
take the torch, to burn the web--
he would rather see that black widow dead.
but i enjoy life, even the poison.
lay down in that bed,
ask for a little bit of arson
to go with that martini--
choices are in the end an action
with a consequence
can you see the beauty?
a cage, a prison, a fence
or is it just a fraction
of the picture;
maybe it is just a mirror
and the thing you see deep within
is just the sight of fear
and we learn to look away
because hard truth doesn't seem quite okay
we lie to you, to ourselves to ease the pain
each and every day.
****, I'M LOSING MY MIND
as the clock ticks it's time.
is it in, or just sane?
the answer is one we must create--
not find.
but we still keep ah searchin.
lookin for that love.
lookin high and low,
under and above.
we wait, we go.
we hate our libido.
cause baby you just want to **** fast, then slow
then walk out that do'
never ask for any mo'
i guess it's just my mother ******* ego.
so eat the pineapple raw.
get caught in satans claw.
break the pieces to the jigsaw.
cause i care, and i don't.
i contradict my each and every thought.
but these wars seem to have already been faught.
and all i seem to have got
are these bombs
and many a gun
we'll use them in your front lawns
teach your children it is fun!
so cut off the leg and an arm
it's in the tradition of a religion
when a girl misbehaves.
but my father told me
thats what he would do if he followed those customs too.
and words no longer penetrate my heart, nor soul.
i just let them go.
you can't hurt me
just try to insert thee.
see the pain you will be in.
all because of fornication--
it can be as brutal as the storm of an ocean,
but maybe as sweet as a potion.
and i'm not lookin to find a person
to listen to my every word an...
****
cause right now thats how i think of it.
i slept alone before i met you,
and i will sleep alone post-abuse.
this is why i choose to refuse;
to live in hell.
to be the jezebel.
to kiss, and tell.
instead i shall choose
not to be defeated and lose
but to keep my soul, to choose not to sell.
just look to the future, and excel.
