FUCKED FOR CASH
V1-
Cum splattered face
Wash away the taste
Fake a slutty smile
And bend over now
Give yourself up
For a couple bucks
For your next fix
From your fucking pimp
V2-
Caught in a web
Where everyone is dead
But walking, fucking
Making money
Take it in the ass
Oh so bloody
Pitiful waste
Prostitution
Chorus-
How did we
End up here?
Hooked on coke
And fucking queers
Make more money
Giving head
In an alley
Mostly dead
V3-
Did you ask for this?
Heroin cysts
Black eyes from guys
You fucked last night
One too much
Raped and fucked
Left alone
You have no home
Chorus-
How did we
End up here?
Hooked on coke
And fucking queers
Make more money
Giving head
In an alley
Mostly dead
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ONCE MORE, A HORROR STORY
V1-
I want to bleed
Just let me die
Rip out my heart
And let me cry
Tear me apart
Say I’m unfair
Rip me apart
Tear out my hair
Chorus-
I am fag boy
Another loser
Here to bleed
Homophobic
I am the gay whore
Rainbow vomit
Fucking rape me
Just once more
V2-
Used and abused
Cliche bullshit
Fucking porn star
I’m full of it
Your damn nightmare
Aids infected
Gay transgender
I’m defective
Chorus-
I am fag boy
Another loser
Here to bleed
Homophobic
I am the gay whore
Rainbow vomit
Fucking rape me
Just once more
V3-
Fuck this fag boy
****** loser
Make me bleed
Homosex-er
Hooking, just too poor
Drugs make vomit
Fucking rape me
Just once more
End-
Fucking rape me
Just once more
Show you hate me
Just once more
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I wrote these both during my affair… I can’t really explain the first one, but I can explain the second. I went through an identity/gender crisis thing for a while, and I felt like I was meant to be a guy, that I was trapped in a female’s body. The guy I had the affair with, he understood (or said he did) and let me be my male persona around him… During one of my breakdowns because of something he said or did, I wrote this. My violent lyrics hurt him a lot, which I guess I was doing on purpose, trying to end the affair in a different way, because saying “no more” just didn’t seem to work for him.
Know what I found out after our affair, after we stopped being close? He’s into bestiality. I hate humans, but I fucking love animals, and it sickens me when people want to FUCK or BE FUCKED BY cute animals. This scum likes dolphins, and werewolves of all things…probably more, but I don’t want to know, ever. I’m ranting, I’m sorry…I can’t sleep.
It’s 2:14 am here, and I’m only just starting to get tired. Laying in bed, on my stomach. Naked, because I’m sweating bullets for no particular reason, but with a blanket to feel…secure? I don’t know. I want someone here, someone to touch and be touched by… someone to FUCK… sorry…inappropriate…
4 comments
mmmkay.
That’s some pretty outrageous writing.
It’s ironic how we often want someone to just let us be who we are, and like us for the real us… but what if “the real you” is wrong? Then you’re surrounded by people who let you be wrong, instead of trying to stop you, and saying “hey. That’s wrong. You shouldn’t do that.” And when someone tries to stop us from doing what the real us really wants to do, because that’s just who we are… how do we treat them? We tell them to stfu, and gtfo.
So, do we really want to be accepted and appreciated for who we are? Or do we actually not want to be exactly who we really are, and so surround ourselves with people most likely to provide boundaries to mold us into who we want to be?
We want what we want, to not be wrong… and we often do it anyway, even knowing it is… and we often resent both those who allow it, as well as those who try to prevent it.
The secret is that we can only ever really be who we are… and it’s up to us, to figure out how to modify ourselves to be closer to what we wish we were.
sick
In a good way lol That’s slang in Nor Cal for ‘cool’ or ‘good’