Psychedelic Trails

There is the stench of hate,
cremated
within me slicing through,
to the core
Where your love resides
It's  disgusting , repels
my need
Created,  by your cheating heart
and your sexy  friend here

Wouldn't it look nice,  if I dressed
 her up in a pretty pink dress
with F*ckn little bows in her hair?

I would take this cord and wrap
 it tightly around her  neck
Baby, you could sit here in this
 chair and hold your sweet little
thing by her painted toes

Watch me  spin her treacherous
 little ass see her ribbons make psychedelic shapes
 in the air

But wait, you must hold tight
other wise,  
Well,  I can't guarantee her
survival.
That is unless, you would like to
 hang up there instead
If you think she gives a fuck
about whether you live or die.
You really think so?