I'm bound to lose my
tongue...
Summer slipped out the back
Packed up the heat so fast...
The fact you just can't admit
Any.accountability ever...
Don't forget
Pray for Our Father...
Sometimes I become so vulnerable
at your mercy...
The deer passed
through the thin air of distance...
I saw your cold cadaver.
I embraced your cold cadaver...
I know what I must do every day
Keep my body clean and my fears at bay...
All I want is you
The thought of you makes me hard...
Lies.and properganda
You still have those c**ks...
Still the lies
Still you pretend...
Having fun with Mark Bruce and the rest
Precious moments, close.to the chest...