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Wounded canvas
A special passion for the bullets moves my hands
he closes his eyes before the shot
caressing barrel steel startles me
his face collapes on the floor
a mother stands in throne between two tigers
-her ald of prostitution-
her nipples spread her venom for their mouths
it's just too bad i don't play that way
dissecting tables set to marry tender guts
so just relax your meat and wait
incisions strand new pleasures bond
describe the way you want to be loved
the figureheads melt their fleash with steel
while monitors light up all the scene
then greedy spectators grip
the shiny black leather
that wraps your soul...
he closes his eyes before the shot
caressing barrel steel startles me
his face collapes on the floor
a mother stands in throne between two tigers
-her ald of prostitution-
her nipples spread her venom for their mouths
it's just too bad i don't play that way
dissecting tables set to marry tender guts
so just relax your meat and wait
incisions strand new pleasures bond
describe the way you want to be loved
the figureheads melt their fleash with steel
while monitors light up all the scene
then greedy spectators grip
the shiny black leather
that wraps your soul...
Published 20th Aug 2011
| Edited 21st Aug 2011
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