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Stone Romance
“Many have eaten the fat woman’s pussy, who didn’t cum at all
Receiving only the gifts of bad breath and high cholesterol,
“Time lost, from our sore flesh, aiming to please
Afraid to admit defeat as we rise off our naked knees,
“A fucked-up relationship just like phantom love
Is the same as betrayal from your own flesh and blood,
“Siblings, grandparents, father, mother
Realizing too late you’re the fiddle-played motherfucker,
“Tears turn to disgrace-disgrace to revengeful hate
Consumed by our emotional shit that manifests a dark fate,
“Against those who did now feel my loving romance
As we promise another motherfucker will never get the chance,
“But we all slip like that uncontained sperm
Now feel that STD burn or the unborn squirm,
“Rolling the dice trying to get that wet life
Just like fifty year old virgin pussy-motherfuckin hype,
“We are to blame of what we hear and read
Because a concrete rose will only produce a stone seed,
“But our moment of flesh is everyday decomposing to an end
A download for death that’s processed by sin,
“With our dismissal, tears fall and loved ones act a fool
I guess at a funeral that’s the golden rule,
“But the dark wish is cremation at the stroke of midnight
Because our stone romance has shielded our heart from the light.”
Receiving only the gifts of bad breath and high cholesterol,
“Time lost, from our sore flesh, aiming to please
Afraid to admit defeat as we rise off our naked knees,
“A fucked-up relationship just like phantom love
Is the same as betrayal from your own flesh and blood,
“Siblings, grandparents, father, mother
Realizing too late you’re the fiddle-played motherfucker,
“Tears turn to disgrace-disgrace to revengeful hate
Consumed by our emotional shit that manifests a dark fate,
“Against those who did now feel my loving romance
As we promise another motherfucker will never get the chance,
“But we all slip like that uncontained sperm
Now feel that STD burn or the unborn squirm,
“Rolling the dice trying to get that wet life
Just like fifty year old virgin pussy-motherfuckin hype,
“We are to blame of what we hear and read
Because a concrete rose will only produce a stone seed,
“But our moment of flesh is everyday decomposing to an end
A download for death that’s processed by sin,
“With our dismissal, tears fall and loved ones act a fool
I guess at a funeral that’s the golden rule,
“But the dark wish is cremation at the stroke of midnight
Because our stone romance has shielded our heart from the light.”
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