For a Willful Virgin
Vahrzaw
Like a child Frightened of the dark You clench up Hatred consumes me When I look upon you Cleanse me of your naivety And kill yourself You don't give head Lifeless bag of flesh Don't force me to tell you To kill yourself Fucked you for fun You were my toy With every word Your breath nauseates me So kill yourself Frigidity is a plague So kill yourself I need a whore to punish