I wanna hot pet hipster chick to keep in my pocket.
Or maybe keep her chained up to the wall in my closet.
Dressing her up like a starlet, wearin a pretty scarlet bonnet.
If her boyfriend come around, I’ll knock him in his eye socket.
Disposing of torsos cuz I guess I'm not hip enough.
Then stealing they girls cuz they hot enough to make my dick erupt.
Lustful transgressions when that blood squirts, spurts, and sprays.
Love? It hurts. “I love you” is all I want to hear her say
but she’s silent as my homicidal thoughts
about breakin into her house and always breaking lots of vertebrae.
Entice her wit Decemberists and my rapist ‘stache
her skin: porcelain glass. I wanna taste that ass.
Welcome to the House of the Devil, no more fakin acts.
Lock her to the furnace for later cuz I’m late for class.
COLLECT.
DESTROY.
REJECT.
KILL JOY.
GUESS YOU COULD SAY SHE’S A LITTLE TIED UP AT THE MOMENT.
credits
from March of the Damned,
track released February 2, 2012
Psionic / Ben Frankenstein