I Hold Your Throat Within My Naked Hand I Can
With A Guilt Ridden Frown Hidden Smiling Deep Down Lead
How Am I Supposed To Think? Can I Feel? My
Distraught In Deprived Thought Within A Golden Rave I Make
Mother may I?
Mother may I please go outside and
Beat Like A Dog, Pissing All Over Shit ON The
Too much nothing
I'm always excusing myself
But now it's getting hard