INHALE
Your heart is exploding with anger and lust....
Grab hold my hips tightly torn flesh with every thrust...
Hurry up find your place on my shelf along with the dust...
Because I have no use for an excuse of a girl...
Your nose painted red from the white you inhale...
Pleasure this guilty is often times wonderful...
Cought red handed with you in my arms...
Though who was the rogue that stole myself....
Now theres justice that binds us and justice that finds us...
Yet neither one comes close to catching the theives...
The air in the spring brings new trees to the leaves
