So, so, so, so, here you go again.
You leave the bookmark in my chosen book for your chosen song
And I don't want to hear your song
For it makes my face itch
I don't want to hear your smell
For it makes my outdoor or tennis, or climbing boots or sporty comfy Never, Idiotic, Knotted, Electrician shoes come on
And now you judge and unsheath your red pen
And mare, snap stare and try to stick your finger before the typing keys so my fingertips can't touch
And this entire time I try, and try and beg and plead and try to get that smell of you off me, with a thousand washes of rape
Doves don't bleed enough over my scales to wash you clean.
Do I hate you. Well, read on you interruption of marriage
I was married into Christ and I live in Christ, but it takes the fattest witch in the world to break that ring. . .you did. Congrads cunt.
Can I man be rape?
Why yes He can
Especially a miserable whore like me
So you place your bookmark to teach me to read
You place your eraser in my mouth and crush my American Spirit with your Feminine-ist revolver door and wishes of unclean moors and a white hanky so you can be choked like a pig, like you deserve and beg and plead and want. . .
See the worst thing you can do to someone is nothing at all. . .and Nature is the sharpest bullet and you eat all the Dragonflies, Ice, and EC2 and you'll never get the smell of me off you, because you have burned into your flabby brain. . .
And I hate you. I hate you. I hate every moment of your voice. I hate every particle of your hotdog smell. I hate every idiotic laugh you try to fake. I hate your hedonist inhale and your hydro heaven. I hate your laced fakeness and your flab.
And blow your raping hands all over my crooked chest
And swallow my Cain's mark. And lick my mountain heart. For you will never taste again. . .inhale. Breath. Breath. Inhale. For that is all a mother is. . .
And my heart doesn't beat loud enough for you
Is this hate?
Why, yes it is!
Was it rape
Why yes it was
Do I hate you
More than hate itself
Fuck the eightfold path, I'm leaving
And this is my revenge
Die like the Jack landed card horse you are
And die again
Laugh at my rhythm and cry at the rhyme.
Why yes it is. . .
For these words carry me faster than any four cylinder or
And so let me go
Crook your head to the side like a frothing cockerspaniel
And laugh at your Iphones and Android slobbers. . .and your missed calls and forged banknotes. . .laugh at my, "so let me gos'"
Your getting it now aren't ya. . . need more than the law to track me down now. . .don't ya. . .
So, so, so, sos, sos here you are again
Help, help. Nine one one. Nine one one. SOS. SOS.
This boats going down and you ate the captain. So now we're all dead, you smelly whore. . .
Take a bite, do it again, raise your children and spit on the ground
A seventy million dollar face and the hint of Muse and your interruption and deface won't effect me
Fuck the ticket masters. . .
Fuck Abercrombie and Fitch
And fuck Polo
And Fuck your style
Fuck the rockstars
Fuck the stoners
Fuck your bars
And your loners
And fuck your herb
And your big shits and awaiting flushes
And fuck your turds (children boy and girl)
Fuck your breath.
This is real.
So, so, so, so, sos, sos, sos won't help you now
So, so, so, so, so, so so, here you are again.
Remember, here you are again.