Dear stain
What you were before you fell
Curvaceous dreams to kill myself
Coveted your strength, I did
Moistened with your killer sex
Never will be trapped again
Never rescue you again
You're weaker than the preacher that you promised me you never were
Now I wake up screamin' to the sounds of bells
The bells, the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells
Turn some of that gospel on yourself
You're crueler than you care to know
Pour some of that guilt upon yourself
You're just an okay smile
You freak about abusers
You're so abused
You freak about oppression
You're silly blues
Try to see yourself in the mirror while you suck and swallow
Ruin someone else's tomorrow with that funky, funky, funky ass
What shall we do to fill the empty spaces where we used to fuck
What shall we do to fill the empty spaces where we used to fuck
What shall we do to fill the empty spaces where we used to fuck
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