Sandpaper

I need somebody to fuck

From behind when I'm drunk

Leave and don't say "goodbye"

Walk home alone late at night

Open oceans of hurt

Trading cum for your worth

Touch stove to fingers

You only feel when you're burnt

We don't have wants

We have needs

We need to see something bleed

Preferably something weak

Beaten and diseased

We all need bodies to fuck

From behind when we're drunk

Eyes never should meet

Leave once it's complete

And nothing moves without lust

Old sin of the touch

Soaks up every thought

Drags the family to rot

And nobody weeps for a dead whore

Strangled

Hands cuffed to a headboard

Thoughts flood

Like her sweat drops

In the brothel

For blood starved

Carnivores

Anger was my favorite feeling

It was the rope

To the top of the well

Anger was my favorite feeling

It was the light

On the dungeon cell

I miss that hurt

We used to flood the earth

And scorch the skies

With stolen fire

I miss that hurt

We used to flood the earth

And scorch the skies

With stolen fire

Stroll down main street

And follow the river

Till the sewer drains emerge

That's where you'll find my body

Bloated and full of worms

You drown in an infinite crowd

But nobody wants you to pull them down

Oh no

What a lonely way to die

What a lonely way to die

It's like you're watching yourself

Watch yourself

It's like you're watching yourself

Watch yourself

Alone in, alone in your room

Watch the door slam shut

Alone in, alone in your room

Watch the door slam shut