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I am depressed
I am dead
A little love
a little dread
A little burnout
A little shun
A lot of stress
under the sun
I am stupid
I am nice
I will never
win the prize
I'm immortal
I am God
but I'm wounded
like Baalzebub
A little head
is all I'd need
A little kitty
would be ecstasy
A hot little ukranian
american sweetheart
I love her like nothing
could ever destroy me
She is what keeps me
from double-tapping my chest
from walking into traffic
on the world wide web
My parents and sister also
mean the world to me
but w/ all the problems there,
I really wish I could fix it
I love myself
but also I hate
I need to release,
I need to get wet
I dream of her under me
Her flesh touching mine
and dreams of our kisses
make my temperature rise
Our caresses, the thrusts
her so very smooth skin
makes me very glad
that I never ended 'it'
But when did I lose
my diety status
When did I get wounded
and how did this happen?
I used to be invincible
Nothing at all upset me
My blood pressure never rose
My heart never was bitten
Then one day when a girl
broke up with me over chat
I puked my brains out
and my eyeballs went red
I think at that point
a flaw in me was born
a chip left my heart
and she turned a god into a mortal
For whatever reason
this god can't get off
it's like a cork in a wine bottle
when the pressure is building up
My honey is so gorgeous
My honey is so sweet
I love her for her mind
her personality and her ...
She is like an angel from heaven
she's like a mermaid from the sea
Sure she doesn't cook or create
but she makes me so damned giddy
For whatever reason though, everything's failing
and it feels like it's all my fault
I don't know what I did
but I hate having this bad luck
I must return to that state
and heal my body, soul, and mind
then return this holy corpus
to its godlike perfection status
I am dead
A little love
a little dread
A little burnout
A little shun
A lot of stress
under the sun
I am stupid
I am nice
I will never
win the prize
I'm immortal
I am God
but I'm wounded
like Baalzebub
A little head
is all I'd need
A little kitty
would be ecstasy
A hot little ukranian
american sweetheart
I love her like nothing
could ever destroy me
She is what keeps me
from double-tapping my chest
from walking into traffic
on the world wide web
My parents and sister also
mean the world to me
but w/ all the problems there,
I really wish I could fix it
I love myself
but also I hate
I need to release,
I need to get wet
I dream of her under me
Her flesh touching mine
and dreams of our kisses
make my temperature rise
Our caresses, the thrusts
her so very smooth skin
makes me very glad
that I never ended 'it'
But when did I lose
my diety status
When did I get wounded
and how did this happen?
I used to be invincible
Nothing at all upset me
My blood pressure never rose
My heart never was bitten
Then one day when a girl
broke up with me over chat
I puked my brains out
and my eyeballs went red
I think at that point
a flaw in me was born
a chip left my heart
and she turned a god into a mortal
For whatever reason
this god can't get off
it's like a cork in a wine bottle
when the pressure is building up
My honey is so gorgeous
My honey is so sweet
I love her for her mind
her personality and her ...
She is like an angel from heaven
she's like a mermaid from the sea
Sure she doesn't cook or create
but she makes me so damned giddy
For whatever reason though, everything's failing
and it feels like it's all my fault
I don't know what I did
but I hate having this bad luck
I must return to that state
and heal my body, soul, and mind
then return this holy corpus
to its godlike perfection status