Vulture
Tied to the bed you're mine to misuse
As you squirm i can't help myself
I have watched you for so long and now
My perversions are projected on you
Knot the rope and tighten down the gag
Prepare my tools for intimacy
Which shall i use first? Does it matter?
Instinctive choice this primal urge
Hacking away
Your form is so close i could make you perfect
Tears in your eyes
I know this might hurt but you know pain is beauty
Euphoria please
You won't forget the night that i had my way
Why can't you see?
I only do these things for you and for me
Clawing, scratching, tearing flesh from bone
Remove, insert, dissect, ritual
Forcing, raping, hating, dominate
I feel you on my skin. Desecrate
If you did not want this
You should have said so
Blame it on your beauty
And your lack of clothes
Take this fucking take this
Whiny little whore
Leave you broken, in shambles
'Til i'm back for more
Bloody beauty with the taste of my passion in the back of her throat
I can't help all I hear is yes yes yes when you tell me no
If anyone finds out i'll get a slap on the wrist
For twenty minutes of action and almost snapping your fucking neck
Look at you now. A heaping mess on the face of society
A pile of flesh in a puddle of bodily fluids
Extinguish the notion that this is at all my wrong doing
How could it be the victim is to blame for this horrible tragedy?
Even when I am done I swarm your mind as a vulture
Even if this wasn't you, still fall victim to rape culture
As you squirm i can't help myself
I have watched you for so long and now
My perversions are projected on you
Knot the rope and tighten down the gag
Prepare my tools for intimacy
Which shall i use first? Does it matter?
Instinctive choice this primal urge
Hacking away
Your form is so close i could make you perfect
Tears in your eyes
I know this might hurt but you know pain is beauty
Euphoria please
You won't forget the night that i had my way
Why can't you see?
I only do these things for you and for me
Clawing, scratching, tearing flesh from bone
Remove, insert, dissect, ritual
Forcing, raping, hating, dominate
I feel you on my skin. Desecrate
If you did not want this
You should have said so
Blame it on your beauty
And your lack of clothes
Take this fucking take this
Whiny little whore
Leave you broken, in shambles
'Til i'm back for more
Bloody beauty with the taste of my passion in the back of her throat
I can't help all I hear is yes yes yes when you tell me no
If anyone finds out i'll get a slap on the wrist
For twenty minutes of action and almost snapping your fucking neck
Look at you now. A heaping mess on the face of society
A pile of flesh in a puddle of bodily fluids
Extinguish the notion that this is at all my wrong doing
How could it be the victim is to blame for this horrible tragedy?
Even when I am done I swarm your mind as a vulture
Even if this wasn't you, still fall victim to rape culture
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Writer(s): Luke Randolph
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