2003-03-03 | BLOODTHIRSTY BUTCHERS

This isn't very good. I wrote it at work last night while waiting for it to get busy.

point

Dead and bright, dead of night, make it right, out of sight, out of mind, out of my own supply

borrow yours, open sores, scars are boring, give me more, blood is pretty and I'm thirsty for yours

I think it's fitting, when i reign, it pours.

Right from your skin into my mouth, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about

every thorn is made of your flesh, and every drop of your blood tastes fresh

counterpoint

stupid songs like that don't work, and you sound like a jerk, so bring me some soda and wipe off that smirk

while you're whining about bleeding, you're missing out on what she's needing, and what about you, man, your careline's receding

you only care about yourself, and whether or not you'll have wealth

while you keep on hitting your friends and family below the belt

- premature ejaculation | tantra +