Changes

You don't know us, you don't know what the fuck we should be about
You're still rolling off of images of me with my dick hanging from your mouth
Hahaha, hell yeah you can smell the stink as you suck in my stench
Pulling you in deeper, pulls you into one of hell's many torturous trench

With my balls slamming against hell's gates like bells
Wondering why are there geyser in hell, no one can tell
Where is this putrid moisture coming from, how can you control the flow
Why are we working against each other, neither seems to know

Unfinished conversations lead to not enough ever being said
Sex placed on a fucking schedule, no more surprising slamming or head
Do you remember the times that we would surprise each other in the shower
Lying head to feet atop the covers kicking small talk for hours and hours

This was us Boo, that is until we agreed hell would be a better place
After passing through the gates, we can't stand to sleep face to face
Lies, the lies seems to have came from out of no fucking wheres
Hell has taught us both so much and heading the list is not to care

Tell that lie and tell it good while looking into each other's eyes
Do you still love each other, to this question, here in hell neither is allowed to lie
Have you ever cheated on each other, the geysers start spewing into hell's sky
Celebration fireworks going off as we admit that we've come to now despise

Truth has entered the gates of hell and that putrid moisture starts to flow
In it's reflection, we're reminded of a time that we declared we loved each other so
During these happier times we reverted back to a physical thing, our sexual grind
And all covered in hell's corruptive slime, I now appreciate what was always on your mind