The Mistress

Skin, bones, and empty holes are what I live this life for
Skin, bones, and empty holes are why I die this death now

What is the promise of promiscuity
I'm sick so safe, but I can't stop
Please kill me now

Skin, bones, and empty holes are what I live this life for
Skin, bones, and empty holes are why I die this death now

Just lapped myself all by myself
It's no surprise when you live in a sphere
You can keep going in circles
You just keep going in circles
We can't stop going in circles
You can't stop going in circles
I can't stop going in circles
We keep on going in circles
I can't stop

But now I'm sick and I just want off this ride
Because I'm sick and I can't stop
But now I'm sick and I can't off this ride

How vile I am How I love the creature I've become
How vile I am Save me from the creature I've become



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Zimmerman
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