Bedwetter

In concrete wilderness a task is calling me
Just takes the willingness to set the bladder free
I search the streets to find this target of desire
Until it's found, I think my loins are gonna feel like they're on fire
Woe is me
A sharp incision of the liquid penetrates
Soaked into fibers of the place where dreams are made
A brilliant moisture for an object of interest
Adorn the cloth with reject fluid, laid upon where you must rest
It's on display
I travel far and wide to take what has been mine
I sail out to the edge, traverse the seas of time
I float the hemisphere to find what I must bathe
There is no stopping, in the end I will be pissing on your grave
Then fade away



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Daniel Korpitz, Kris Kerby
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