Jessicka
Once living in humid teenage mediocrity
Playing with beaten and abused toys
Cunt is a staple and a razor
A necessary accessory for Barbie
And for girl scouts
Just as the chocolate chicken is fed
To homosexuals and stormtroopers
And the elderly are french kissed
While doing the cockroach waltz
Claiming all the while that they are a part of you
Mediocrity fades with new toys
Toys like sexless demons and scars
The process of scars makes everything all better
Makes a cure out of swollen lips
And cumdumpsters
(Those girls think they are so clever)
When angels fuck and devils kiss
The clear hearts and grey flowers become real
The fear of dying becomes real
Dying alone, for when he lied it meant he loved her
He said he would never lie
Love seems to be a joke
"When you're the boy that I want,
I'll be the girl that you hate"
When she is queen we all will see
The patron saint of self injury
A new way paved
A new identity
Sweetheart dealer is now the job
Mourning over Alexander
As he is consumed in the flames
Taking care of baby Dracula
And nursing bullet wounds
Only with band-aids
Leaving it all behind
In a cornfield
With lighter in hand
So long, scarecrow
Copyright © 2007
Playing with beaten and abused toys
Cunt is a staple and a razor
A necessary accessory for Barbie
And for girl scouts
Just as the chocolate chicken is fed
To homosexuals and stormtroopers
And the elderly are french kissed
While doing the cockroach waltz
Claiming all the while that they are a part of you
Mediocrity fades with new toys
Toys like sexless demons and scars
The process of scars makes everything all better
Makes a cure out of swollen lips
And cumdumpsters
(Those girls think they are so clever)
When angels fuck and devils kiss
The clear hearts and grey flowers become real
The fear of dying becomes real
Dying alone, for when he lied it meant he loved her
He said he would never lie
Love seems to be a joke
"When you're the boy that I want,
I'll be the girl that you hate"
When she is queen we all will see
The patron saint of self injury
A new way paved
A new identity
Sweetheart dealer is now the job
Mourning over Alexander
As he is consumed in the flames
Taking care of baby Dracula
And nursing bullet wounds
Only with band-aids
Leaving it all behind
In a cornfield
With lighter in hand
So long, scarecrow
Copyright © 2007
