Oats

Give me all that you can
All that I am ain't good enough
Just stuck in rut
I pant
Give up
This lust for blood just loves the cusp
My skin is pale
It loves the bloody rush
A tender touch
A dash of luck
Giving a fuck
Give me a well
I'd kill
For that from which I could draw emotion
Down with motive
Down with motive
Says the well to all that expels
And to all that entails
This thought prevails
Give me the real
Give me the real
Get it



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Woods
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