A tragedy
The woman wasted on her cunt
Like the mind wasted on its wants..
Like the mind wasted on its wants..
You’re a whore
And anyone who still holds their soul
Will tell you the same
You, soulless swine
Living only through life’s fancies
Calling it sane
Something worthy to shine your name
Worthless, waste of space
You make me pray for tidal waves
To wash your filth away
And anyone who still holds their soul
Will tell you the same
You, soulless swine
Living only through life’s fancies
Calling it sane
Something worthy to shine your name
Worthless, waste of space
You make me pray for tidal waves
To wash your filth away
ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn
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