Sick Pleasure
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Cut right down the middle
Some metamorphic pain
But don't get too caught up
On what you could've been
Something like the Big Bang
Maybe, maybe not
Roots up and left to dry
It hung itself outside
But the slave in the basement
Is just a child!
And it's starting over
I'm young, yet older
All out of order
This pain is not my own
And it's getting hard to see
Voices start fading out like
Me-me-memories
Rotten between the legs
From meat left too long to sit
Curled up and left to die
Til the next mass of love and spit
Blood rushing
No fucking end sight
They say it's gettin' kinda old
I can take it nice
Or fight, or cry all night
Ooh, what do you like?
Do I give you sick pleasure?
Make you ache for more?
Cuz if I don't
Then what's the hope
In hoping that there's more
Give me reason
Give us life (rhyme)
Can you run away when you think in circles?
Born behind a hurdle?
Down where the floorboards black out
Rub against the swine
Stench of liquor, cigarettes and grime
Is it time?
Roots up and left to dry
It hung itself outside
But the slave in the basement
Is just a child!
And it's starting over
I'm young, yet older
All out of order