Tragic waste, moral taste – why ever did you take the high ground
you fool
liquid vapours, rapid trailers
taste the white drips of the female underground
lust trails, whiskey rails – you sneak around
I hate your face, I love your face
Die die die
pig fucking die
Spit roast, butter on toast
Crumpet, strumpet
Female crown
You are so hot
I fuck you
not
Hate
Slice
Die
cunt
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