Death & Maiden

Death comes, process, that girl

You know that everybody's girl

My plan? Hit me, answer

I love the way you used to be

Pray for me, you cunt

Press me now until I go

Two, three, four times per day

Mistreated kisses, miles away

I can't resist

My face against

Your slicker tongue

Scoundred gal

Oh brightless star

Void shaped heart

Inconsonant note

Graceless flutter

I'd like the long process

You, Lovesickness

How many fucking brats?

I'm counting the days to finally die

A poor maiden lost in the death's arms

This is a motherfuckin' lovesickness

And I can't know

Why are you doing things like this

'Cause I love you

You got the shape of your little brag