You fucking whore.

In this little world of yours,

Mind being fucked, you beg outdoors,

The clear wide space and sweet impression

Of latent whores. Repression.

As you flutter like a butterfly,

Somewhere low, somewhere high -

Throw the bullets in the sky, bitch,

Kiss me hard. I'll bite.

Your words make mind to cum,

Soul wants to fucking die.

Yeah, fuck. (Obviously explicit.)

You can't pay me, baby
To be a human out of all the differences,
Think about the consequences,
When you take outside the gun,
Ruined the party, you ruined the fun.

You can't make me, baby,
To take for motherfucking instance
The causal link of your own protection
In keeping the distance.

I'm on my way to cheer,
To fuck things up.
In my own bloody car I ride like it was stolen
Damn pretty wild. And I ain't gonna stop.