That cruel bitch
In fishnets
Owns all existence
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
She is violence divine
And her will is pure greed
The blood of all things
She suicides by fire
Although she never can die
Oh no, she never can die
We are ideas
In her mind

I am shit
And I'll always be shit
Street rat baptized
In west philly spit
A creature of sin
A whore wouldn't kiss
Even if she was sick
And the cure was my lips

Yeah I got my problems with the law
And what about em?
Warrants for my neck
I'll fucking drown in em
You might think some words will keep you safe
But them men with guns
Will just blow your ass away

Yeah I got my problems with the law
And what about em?
Water turning red in county showers
You might leave this bleak facility
But them prison bars
Stay with you after you're freed

Cause that's what trauma does
He outlives his victims
Drinking their delicious blood
Breathing white lies
Into black lungs
Yeah that's how trauma works
He watches from the dark
Studying your every word
While whispering intrusive thoughts

I wanna be touched
Like someone who's loved
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me

I wanna be touched
The object of lust
Some intimacy
Would have meant the world to me

If I wasn't born so ugly
Would she covet?
Would she want me?
Would the loathing
Wither away?
As the mirrors
Sing of praise
Would her kiss pierce through the skies
And shower me in light?
Would I relish the feeling
Would I even be me?

And even after all that she's done
I'm still in love
And heaven is as empty as a junky's stomach
But this world
For me
Is enough