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Dec 24, 2006 09:59

at the end of all of this
i won't be wondering about shit
i won't be surprised by a fucking thing
don't get me wrong, i'm not like you
i puke out memories, i want to hurt people
i'm negative and paranoid
i think that sex is always fucked up
a no-soul cock with a mind behind it is nothing
but a tool of cruelty
i collect them and hang them like teeth
put them in a bag and keep moving
what the fuck do you expect from a stranger
i'll tell you the truth always
you're more alone than i think you know
you're never more alone that when you're with me
because with me it's different, my touch fools you
it begs for understanding
and then prepares itself to spit on you
when you reach out to me
you humiliate yourself
i mutilate myself in front of you
you think i'm being open, i'm not
i'm being fucked and cruel
it's all i know
animal is as animal does
hey look
i don't ever wonder why about shit
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