Glass Casket Less Like Human
Born again virgin just to slut yourself out again, maybe if i kiss your neck and shout in your ear you´ll recognize my voice it´s deep and blunt, and you can attach yourself to it, you´re the problem here skipping down a lane highway, eventually to be hit by a lovesick truck. The taste of blood is fresh on my lips, i can taste your salt like you can taste my spite. I hope all the love you get is caught in a condon and all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit.