I'm doing something that god doesn’t strive me to be,
I've lost two main parts of me, and I need it back badly,
wounded and not feeling so complete, oh this agony
I can't bear it anymore, facing defeat and this awful sanity.
"You’re dead to me" tears stream down my ample cheeks,
Tasting the salt and aching the quote makes my soul weak.
I'm dehydrating myself from my mother, the creator of thee
won't kiss my wounds cause I've been bit by the devils teeth
"You've been abducted,” but in my heart I still do believe
In my father. My real father, the other part of me, rests in peace.
Laying sleep in his grave-6ft deep, "Your father was a preacher"
I do hold the 'voice' in my vocals One of his common features
so why now I can't use it to make my mother understand that,
I am whatever I choose to be, not a caged animal or a black cat
that’s trapped inside her soul, scratching off pieces in thin lines,
I'm too far behind and the clock is ticking I won't reach her in time.
So I'm taking the shortcut, three of us naked, the lust mist
Sensation is in the air and the bond begins with a famine soft kiss.
Muscle arms groping around my waist, tight as a knot rope,
I want this feeling back again, mother and father, "I love you both
The seed is planted, my firm soul skin is on top of her,
Kissing her lips then her Bermuda triangle shave less fur.
she moans with excitement, exhaling great luxuria mist,
the other watches, while she moves those hips, it twists
her mind, I can feel the pores of sex releasing thru her skin,
I push the limit. I reign in her cave, it’s so wet within,
start as a drizzle and then pick it up, I reign in her more faster,
She moans louder now, urging me to give her the disaster.
I do, she tastes it, swallows, and now the seed has bloom,
too many pedals were on our stem and we told her "don't have room"
How can this be, the planning was so pure,
I thought I could see through it and was so sure
That nothing would stop the love and lust flow.
I was on top before now I'm being pushed too below,
with my sorrows, I was a fool that I can create my parents,
By turning Bi. Damn I miss that love, now its full absence.
I picked out the instruments, created my own tunes,
Controlling thier lust is what lead to my rightful doom.