Thorns around my neck. Bleed - Purity.
Your body calls me, and my lust grows.
Now is the time for the past, To catch up with me.
You seize the opportunity, to beat the meek
Your Love is Lost - exchanged for lust. Your love is worthless.
Deceit can make you feel, can make you think your love is real.
Can you help me?  I think I’ve lost my way.

You close your eyes and see me,
But close your thighs and turn away.
It’s a lost cause I’m fighting,
And now all I can do is pray
That you get pasted by a truck
A really big and dirty truck
Then I won’t want to see your face, Anymore

It should be USA made,
Like an old Ford or Chevrolet
Or maybe even a bus,
Or semi or even a train

But still I would prefer a truck
A really big and dirty truck

I’d settle for a Geo,
And hope it scrapes off your face
I want you pasted & road kill
So I won’t want to see your face -

Anymore