watch the internal cock clock tick its final
dick ticks and spit anthrax between your good lips
the lips you paint red when tides decide
the lips that do the real talking
the lips I want to kiss
anthrax, anthrax, anthrax
between your hips.
Track Name: Fuck Girls
cut me up, dissect, dialect
detect erect, eyes play backwards
direct, subject-ive, I suggest
suggestive conversation master
(bait the hook with a fat worm you can’t see)
he said between my legs was a desolate place
with his face buried in trash, and a rubber arm that thinks
but I don’t know what to think, I’m just a bitch at a kitchen sink
with a void I fill with flesh and a dinner to cook and eat
(Oh god you taste so real, I can’t believe it’s not love.
Can you taste and feel?)
I did what I could and she finished herself off
All girls just want to get fucked.