Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Withered Hands

Touch me with your withered hands
Penetrate my mind and forget where I have been
I can't hide my scars because I have tanned
And God only knows how I've sinned

Come let me escape with your tidal wave
Swing around me, make your move
Don't tell me how to behave
I know you'll just dissapprove

Cut my skin
Can't get off the couch
Where's my next of kin
And fuck you, and your pouch

My dad said if you were going to cut...
I should have cut deeper
I feel like such a crazy nut
So brother, are you my keeper

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