You Turn Me On

Wow...what bitter rose smells like my feet?

It's a nasty lusciousness that you cannot defeat!

Crack my body, and touch my spirit;

What can you take from these luscious walls?

Oh the philosophy of sexual taste...do I

taste like your other lovers?

Speak to me in high frequencies

Behold the kingdom of hell...

Oh perfect rose, why must you fall?

Why must you fall from a bitter grace?

If love is spirited, what does it mean?

I demand for our worlds to be seen!

Truthtellers come and go, yet the world is at hand

I bow down to a god that is forceful...

For a man thinks he's god if he's narcissistic...the bitter taste of this rose conceals

Well the earth shakes

In this bedroom of confessions,

I dare to breathe at fault's end

And validation is a drug that is meaningless

Do you think you should crack my back some more?

Oh brilliant roses shall die for their men

For men die for pretty women all the time,

For pretty women are deadly, such as I;

I need this therapy to fulfill my heart

Am I narcissistic to the world at large?

Feed me! Feed me utter despair!

Rock me gently in your arms!

For you are a naked poetry

With bitter words...

Oh does your body hurt?

You wasted lies on me, yes you did

Watching pornographic sites in your dreams

And somehow you are the psychopath

I've always envisioned

If this is crap, this is crap at its best

I've always loved you in the mirror

Does it hurt to be exposed?

I walk down the street with fifty roses,

For which rose am I?

Well I don't care anymore,

For I am heaven's sacrifice;

You turn me on, for you are dead

And I am dead as well

Let us smash our graves together

And make the earth explode...

For desperate dreams never die

You narcissist,

I hope you explore my depth.

What color rose do you think I am, ma'am?

Do you think my name is Sam?

Do you think I like ham?

Well that is total monstrosity!

I hope you live to be dead

You turn me on.