Trash King
Ghost Pocket
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I only drink blood with my pinkies up because I'm fucking classy I'll spread you like a book to your spine I'm fucking nasty Let the passion simmer like a sauce And sip the simple pleasures Grip the piston till it slips And ruffles all your feathers Can I taste the Eden through your skin If I suck hard enough The hickey line on your body Art inspiring lust So I love all of your juices and orifices I love it when you sweat and bleed and drip I might be disgusting I might be unclean But I'm a trash king You could be my trash queen We could melt together in these sheets like wax The proverbial beast with two backs The world stops In your juice box Into a dimension where we feel and no one talks We might as well die today We might as well share this grave We might as well die today We might as well share this grave Exit depression This is a meth like obsession In the depths of this passion Ecstasy ever after Feral and rabid No rules, nothing matters You're my possession I am your master Exit depression This is a meth like obsession In the depths of this passion It's ecstasy ever after We are feral and rabid No rules, nothing matters You're my possession I am your master We might as well die today We might as well share this grave We might as well die today We might as well share this grave
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