Thursday, March 15, 2007
raaaaaave in the cluuuuub
Clubbed Over The Head
Their sweat-filled faces and shit-stained walls
Blood runs with alcohol and fucking in the stalls
Move out of unison but all look the same
Growing in the pants, your dancing's pretty tame
Debauchery, debauchery
Disgusting lustful flattery
Eyes lost in bosom oblivion
Hyperventilation
Count to a million
The new youth mating hunt
Are you ready for release?
Because I'm trapped in this awkward sense of right and wrong
To pursue or to respect
Sometimes I wonder what end of evolution I'm at
Blind beyond what's between their legs
Fucking trendy minds powered by impulse rather than thought
I just want to move in the music
Be impassioned by the flow
You just focus on how drunk she is
And how far you can go
Filthy animals
Savage and tribal
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thats why i wish i was an arson and not a pussy, id burn "riches" to the ground.
~gin rummy