On your kneesnUntil they bleednUntil your mind is full of regret, and your throats full of seedsnUntil you breathe diseasenAnd you sicken everyone in the room at the scent of your sneezenOh pleasenPlease easenMy desire to watch you swing on Judas' swingnnWhen I was twelve years oldnThe only thing I didn't know was some girls like it slow, some in every hole,nsome were comfortable in not letting you know they were uncomfortablenSome did it for show it's to those I owe an asphyxiating Garrot's chokennI owe the rest to her flawless folds of fleshnMy skin the poor condition it's keptnFrom lack of restnTending to her vast requestsnI can't neglect, pounding her into a messnnThe priceless organ cased inside my chestnSkips not a beat at the practice of my wire brush caressnnShe leaked gag inducing fluids from her sinknTasted of poison but still I'd drinknThe strap I'd swing as if i intended on breaking through her beingnHer skin was broken and battered to mark where I've beennI'd grin...nShe'd just bite holes in her lip and scream never againnnI've been itching like a fiend for a fixnOne time I swear it throughnHer mouth is like the backseat of a BuicknJust let me come inside of you