The hunter. (Sinner city). | Explicit.

Who the fuck cares,
If I'm decent or indecent,
Kind or unkind.
The backbiters will stab,
Some people are blind.
And yet love is so hard to find,
They say, but
They know nothing.
And the words they say are cutting.
Protective and festive they walk down the street,
And yet with no reason to stay on their feet.
We walk and we talk, the reason to fuck,
But all of those days, matched in hell
They all suck.
Just like sheets, minds of sheep,
And nothing in the oceans going deep,
The mind talking crap,
Sit on my lap,
While I'll grab out my cock and I'll fap.
Cause I like it, when there is what to tap.
I'm a whole golden fatpoint on the map of my city,
And there's nobody out there I could pity.
All shiny and brave, we go for the fame,
The sinners of city that no one can tame,
Playing ourselves. That's our shitty game.
Gonna call my momma and say she's to blame.
Imma fuckboy. And they'll know my name.