Frustration
In my lexicon of hate.
I see you with your portraiture,
Does he love you?
Does he love you too?
The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes,
I cry icicles in my stein,
The heartbeats flutter
With an abnormal rhythm.
The pain shoots through my body,
A sword between my thighs,
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes.
You're feeling less whore but you stimulate,
The hatred smolders in your eyes,
I'd drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs.
But all I do is fall over,
I don't have the strength I once had
In you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes.
I feel the pain creep up my leg,
Blood runs from my nose,
I puke my guts out at your feet.
You're more man than I
To be dead to have no feeling,
To be dry and spermless like a girl.
I want so much to hurt you,
I want so much to hurt you,
I want so much to hurt you.
Marry me,
I want you as my wife.
Spermless like a girl,
More man than I,
More man than I.
Frustration
In my lexicon of hate.
You're feeling less like a whore but you
Stimulate.
All I do is fall over,
I don't have the strength I once had.
All I do is fall over,
I don't have the strength I once had.
I want you so much to hurt you,
I want so much to hurt you,
I want so much to hurt you,
I want you as a wife.
Frustration is my lexicon of hate,
Frustration is my lexicon of hate,
Frustration, my lexicon of hate.
I cry icicles,
Heartbeats flutter,
Abnormal rhythm.
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes,
I want you as my wife,
I want you as my wife,
Spermless like a girl.
Lucky in feeling,
More man than I,
Marry me, marry me, marry me.
I want you as a wife.
Spermless like a girl,
Puking my guts at your feet,
More man than I,
Frustration,
Frustration.