P.S. : Something very personal and close to my heart, please be sensitive to this, and I hope you can’t connect to it.
Cut me, hurt me, kill me I’m so bad; sinner I am, I fight, I scream, I shout, the love in me is profound.
Hate me, hurt me, I’m still around, I’m still abound, I’m wrong, still strong.
I’m not backing down, turn on me; change the voices in my head.
Shatter the glass, empty the jug, refill the acid, fuel with vinegar.
Undying souls are trying so hard, free us satan, cry, cry, cry;
So hungry, ready to devour, weaklings roam the planet, hurt and pathetic they prowl.
Cut me, bleed me, empty my veins, fill them with vinegar, how bad can it be?
I spew acid, I spew pain, I spread hatred, all disdain.
Love, touch, smile, all emotions wasted,
Garbage bags filled with hopes and dreams, filled with one’s pursuit for dreams unstated
Creamy and foamy, sheik and classy demons abound us, all around us
Suck the blood out of our veins, hurt us, at least less than our loved ones
Horns on your head, tail on your back, hide it as bad as you can
I can see them from even from miles away, the evil you are, less than what I imagined it could be
It’s far less because my tail is longer than you,
My wallet is filled with the golden shillings; give it to the rower to take you back
Fire, heat, burning sensations, better than the touch of the ones around
The wounds of the former heal quicker than that of the latter ones
Hounds scratch my doors, paw marks all over my door and face,
My soul is scarred, stretch marks from your loss, and blood stains on the sheets
Your touch, the warmth of your breath down my neck is all I crave
Hate me, hit me, make it hurt, throw me around, toss me around
A shot in the arm is easy to take than one in the heart, and a dagger in the back