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Bigger Fish
Darkness before I flip the light
Ties so tight I can feel my plight
Anger coursing
Mind racing for an out
Wrist cracking
Bones breaking
I don't see a bow
So you think
You got the drop
Dipped and split
Compromised
Our mind
Splattered a spirit
Ha
Go ahead and kill me
You fuckin clit
Without an orgasm
You fuckin bitch
I may be tied
Helpless
Drugged
Down here
Don't think I won't
Get loose
And eat you
My dear
Just tongue me deep
Finger my hopes
Spit on my face
Punch till I'm so
...Helpless and crying
Get close to me
And lick my wounds
Yes
Bask in Thee
And when my teeth
Rip through your throat
Oh
Don't let go
Fill my mouth whole
I've spread for you
Humiliated and dazed
Youve ensured Ive fed
On cruelty for days
Have you ever heard the one of the dead man walking?
Never realizing his air is borrowed and he's still talking?
It's like he never knew the look of death
An amateur move now I'm loose
He should have left
But the pretty young face
The look of naivety
Could not chase
The hunger waiting to
Feed
Oh
He could wait
But so could I
Just one more off the streets
Killing on his way to die.
Ties so tight I can feel my plight
Anger coursing
Mind racing for an out
Wrist cracking
Bones breaking
I don't see a bow
So you think
You got the drop
Dipped and split
Compromised
Our mind
Splattered a spirit
Ha
Go ahead and kill me
You fuckin clit
Without an orgasm
You fuckin bitch
I may be tied
Helpless
Drugged
Down here
Don't think I won't
Get loose
And eat you
My dear
Just tongue me deep
Finger my hopes
Spit on my face
Punch till I'm so
...Helpless and crying
Get close to me
And lick my wounds
Yes
Bask in Thee
And when my teeth
Rip through your throat
Oh
Don't let go
Fill my mouth whole
I've spread for you
Humiliated and dazed
Youve ensured Ive fed
On cruelty for days
Have you ever heard the one of the dead man walking?
Never realizing his air is borrowed and he's still talking?
It's like he never knew the look of death
An amateur move now I'm loose
He should have left
But the pretty young face
The look of naivety
Could not chase
The hunger waiting to
Feed
Oh
He could wait
But so could I
Just one more off the streets
Killing on his way to die.
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