People hate me
that could be chiseled in stone...

Why do you lie?
Lie to me, to yourself...

You lay there
all helpless and naked...

I thought I found you,
a dock to unload my soulboat...

I may be a sinner; I may not read the holy books
I only read the one's made by cooks...

Girl, drop those panties
Drop them on the floor...

Lecture halls
feel like a million miles away...

Construction is my passion
No way of denying...

Tossed are you
into the tub known as my body...

Drown me
in the lakes...

First stage
The plan seemed good...

Raindrops falling
like the tears of a daughter...