Plate Cleaner

We are I, real friends call us Me
We are flesh verses metal, past verses destiny
Pain, hahaha we exist with that shit wrapped in leather
Every scar so much more than a note, we form the perfect letter

As I told you at a young age I was taught not to cry
Take the verbal and the physical and don't wet your eyes
The mental, now that shit is different and requires a different approach
To be taken to the brink of death repeatedly and violently coached
 
That I tripped, i fell off my bike, I also broke three ribs in the dark
I learned to go completely void if social workers showed a spark
To young to realize and associate with the beast residing within
Maybe i was only a few months old when the choker decide to begin

Wet towels and stuffing, throw him into a closet fuck feeding
He's only five years old, so what the fuck is he needing
All of that fucking crying, double D work boot sizing
I was born to die repeatedly being prophesizing

Bitches lick them and stick them continually demonizing
Lying in a pool of me in a closet fucking demonizing
My mind had already split, Baal could only reach me
As an open fucking portal, he took me on as a fucking protégé

Eleven years old and I know how to seduce with a knife
Hahaha, lick that cum out of that pussy before dividing her ass slice by slice
Over a plate of what's to be enjoyed and entirely ate
I realize that there are two motherfucker still alive keeping me from being satiate