The ever loving mystery of Kupid...
What does he want?
Is he coming home to one of us?
Both of us?
All of us or none of us?
Is he a mystery even unto himself?
Perhaps...but if he is, or if he is not
He only smiles that million dollar
Aryan smile as only Royalty can
That information is off limits, indefinitely classified
Don't get mad, don't ask why
It's not that he always deceiptfully lied
I can only guess, but he can't decide
He's a free spirit, never know what's inside
He is a wild horse untamed, unbroken
Suffering poverty's wrath and euphoric tokens
Of that wicked lips lady, sweet Crystal Hyde
And his mistress on the side
Lady China White cums to his emotional rescue
Up and down, so high, so low, fire and ice
YEOWZA! baby you're in serious
Danger and life on the edge
Hot coals and subzero knives submerged in
Killer ice powdered by goddess
Intoxication via fireballs holy fuckaru
That boy is insane,
GO 2 MY ROOM!
I'm the witch with the broom
Oil, cloves, toilin trouble
Inebriation invade my brain on the double
Saturate our screaming cells with toxic poisons
That send rebel girls and boyz rejoicin
Must ride to the other side
Where the music never ends
And the spells and wedding bells
Of Aryan heart masters and their
Switches in caves, for they pour on
Their generous portions of pain
When you think you can't win
You're the bitch whoppin ass again
Glorious masochistic, sadistic pleasure
Freaks of the night
Kupid tends to children like us
In magick we trust
As it is above
So it is below
So be it done on earth
As it is in heaven
Someone please take his sharps
Dipped in poison that dig into my flesh
Sapping me of my O negative blood
It won't be long before the red well
Will no longer be...
Dry dirt replacing what was once
So rich in rivers of red and blue
Life giving force, now depleted of hydration
And dry as the desert, turned into the moon
Brilliant inspiration she bestows upon the insane
Yet simaltaneously, dark side fellowships with the lite
No hydration, only extreme delight and evil fright
Strong gravitational pull..mother of the insane
Loves the hurt ones, yet riddles us
Checkered shadowland, that's the price of the privledge
Of being sick, embrace the mother moon
She gave birth to damaged children
As are we above, so be it on earth below
She loves her son Kupid cause he is a pro
What does he want?
Is he coming home to one of us?
Both of us?
All of us or none of us?
Is he a mystery even unto himself?
Perhaps...but if he is, or if he is not
He only smiles that million dollar
Aryan smile as only Royalty can
That information is off limits, indefinitely classified
Don't get mad, don't ask why
It's not that he always deceiptfully lied
I can only guess, but he can't decide
He's a free spirit, never know what's inside
He is a wild horse untamed, unbroken
Suffering poverty's wrath and euphoric tokens
Of that wicked lips lady, sweet Crystal Hyde
And his mistress on the side
Lady China White cums to his emotional rescue
Up and down, so high, so low, fire and ice
YEOWZA! baby you're in serious
Danger and life on the edge
Hot coals and subzero knives submerged in
Killer ice powdered by goddess
Intoxication via fireballs holy fuckaru
That boy is insane,
GO 2 MY ROOM!
I'm the witch with the broom
Oil, cloves, toilin trouble
Inebriation invade my brain on the double
Saturate our screaming cells with toxic poisons
That send rebel girls and boyz rejoicin
Must ride to the other side
Where the music never ends
And the spells and wedding bells
Of Aryan heart masters and their
Switches in caves, for they pour on
Their generous portions of pain
When you think you can't win
You're the bitch whoppin ass again
Glorious masochistic, sadistic pleasure
Freaks of the night
Kupid tends to children like us
In magick we trust
As it is above
So it is below
So be it done on earth
As it is in heaven
Someone please take his sharps
Dipped in poison that dig into my flesh
Sapping me of my O negative blood
It won't be long before the red well
Will no longer be...
Dry dirt replacing what was once
So rich in rivers of red and blue
Life giving force, now depleted of hydration
And dry as the desert, turned into the moon
Brilliant inspiration she bestows upon the insane
Yet simaltaneously, dark side fellowships with the lite
No hydration, only extreme delight and evil fright
Strong gravitational pull..mother of the insane
Loves the hurt ones, yet riddles us
Checkered shadowland, that's the price of the privledge
Of being sick, embrace the mother moon
She gave birth to damaged children
As are we above, so be it on earth below
She loves her son Kupid cause he is a pro
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