Not Your Fetish

Ya’ll get off when I’m off like a bus at the stop
Turned on when knifes drawn cuz you’re drawn to the plot
You fucking masochists are Dracula for blood out the drop
It ain’t attractive when we’re dropping from a building to plop
Disfigurement gets your rocks off you’re no friend of mine
Don’t got the stones to understand being stoned by your mind
You get stoned at beach houses with the tides by your side
And every time I write a song it makes you feel more alive
You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement
And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s
Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a necrophiliac stupid
None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles
Producing the thief
Stalking the scene
Red sea coral reefs
Syringe that pain the serene
Always packaging meat
Stroke the shaft in the sheets
Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak
You’re more sick than I am I can promise you that
A bird beaked walking plague finding joy in it’s craft
Ineffectual hazmats at the end of their act
All play jacking off makes you worthless in fact
I think you need castration without any anesthesia
All you bottom feeders thinking that it’s cool to be anemic
Getting wet and oozing semen from someone fighting their demons
Another reason to desensitize this climate of heathens
You dream of cutting contusions as some artistic new movement
And that the crimson’s portrayal is just the pallet for human’s
Sleeping beauty’s need cupid, a necrophiliac stupid
None the wiser your targets await pollution as noodles
Producing the thief
Stalking the scene
Red sea coral reefs
Syringe that pain the serene
Always packaging meat
Stroke the shaft in the sheets
Crave the stroke of the elderly and the minds of the weak