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Indecent indifference
There are no rules that bind my imagination
It worries her, how easily I snap in and out of it
The nauseating fear of encountering something unholy
Numbs her emotions and closes her legs
I am famished and ravenous
Disconnected from reality for the sake of ecstasy
Even if it's just momentarily, the spiritual adultery is no joke
Especially not in the face of love bespoke
She excites more than my senses can tame
Makes me squeal like a pig and writhe like a snake
But I'm a victim of habit, mindless and automatic
Seeking satisfaction in the arms of misery instead
A familiar countenance, a beautiful bass, leather and lace
Prying eyes, clothes, and memories; imagined fakes
No reason to hold a candle to any of it, not for me
In my dreamworld, I'll still grab their hair and fuck their face
They're people I know, I meet, I see
Drawing their curves and mapping their frames
To later be used for something mundane
Rip and fuck and ravage the visions I create
I want to blame everyone else for the way I am
And forget that I have any thing to do with my past
Every time we fell apart I'd wander these awful landscapes
I'd rather be castrated than lose her over this.
It worries her, how easily I snap in and out of it
The nauseating fear of encountering something unholy
Numbs her emotions and closes her legs
I am famished and ravenous
Disconnected from reality for the sake of ecstasy
Even if it's just momentarily, the spiritual adultery is no joke
Especially not in the face of love bespoke
She excites more than my senses can tame
Makes me squeal like a pig and writhe like a snake
But I'm a victim of habit, mindless and automatic
Seeking satisfaction in the arms of misery instead
A familiar countenance, a beautiful bass, leather and lace
Prying eyes, clothes, and memories; imagined fakes
No reason to hold a candle to any of it, not for me
In my dreamworld, I'll still grab their hair and fuck their face
They're people I know, I meet, I see
Drawing their curves and mapping their frames
To later be used for something mundane
Rip and fuck and ravage the visions I create
I want to blame everyone else for the way I am
And forget that I have any thing to do with my past
Every time we fell apart I'd wander these awful landscapes
I'd rather be castrated than lose her over this.
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