Cherokee Starlight - Anatomy of a MixTape

Mr. Obscene

You got nothing on me
A self-hating, obsessed disease
Oozing all over the place
Like a swift kick in the teeth
I break my peace
At least, I know the cure
For this damned soul

Now, it's coming undone
The thin veil of what I am
A charlatan in search of love
That I can't give myself
Do you think it too obscene
If you cosplay my dream
And get down on all fours
Take it 'til I can't feel anymore

Just a shade of Mr. Obscene
Fucked into a state of Bliss
But it's the twist
The drug of my choice
And your flesh is the price tonight

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Writer(s): Stavros Cockrell
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