Turned way by every fucking friend I thought I had. Blue skin is on the outside in. Hate to fear for my family, but I have to. I hate to be this way, but I have to.
My siamese is out there, begging.
She doesn't know it but she's out there, raging.
My twin is out there, wanting.
she's out there, coupling.
I've been pulled, like you have, torn
A dogfaced wishboned, scorned.
A lump, a hurting brain, a catastrophe, gone insane.
Teased blood, born a little late
souls burning, crying at the gate.
banging iron, knee's scraped,
begging for love, not your hate.
We push, against your will,
pouring forward, tears like a drill
Pushing out, the things we hate
ripped in pieces, the love we gave.
and afterwards, you still yell
torturing us, with your hell
Aborted love, you force on us
Our stupid souls, in lust we trust.
And now you leave us, On our bedroom floor,
while you hurry, out the door
to sit and stir among our salty hurt,
While you plan your next big flirt.
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