K'dOUTinAZ
Bluelighter
It smells like masturbation
In these Catholic bathroom stalls
Pornographic literature without the articles
Cleanly boys and girls keep to yourself
Years later I see a few of them on screen
Doing forbidden things to excite us
Fair child your arms bleed
With euphoria
Can I have a taste?
Tie me up and spank me
Gently insert your love
And release...my arms bleed just as yours do
Your talking without words
Your fighting without fists
Your crying without tears
Your brain needs no blade to kill you...
God created buds and plants
That I find and abuse
So officer why am I behind these bars?
Does not your dollar bill claim
"In God We Trust"
...God created plants and buds...
The news stations warn dangers of death
Like a broken record
Events that never will take place
The ignorant cry with insanity
Purchase your gun
And put it your head
All but two
Gently your head lies upon mine
We smile and laugh together
We sit at the edge of the mountain
Waiting for that final sunset...
A blackened wick is what remains
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day will never be so bright
The final sunset is ours
In these Catholic bathroom stalls
Pornographic literature without the articles
Cleanly boys and girls keep to yourself
Years later I see a few of them on screen
Doing forbidden things to excite us
Fair child your arms bleed
With euphoria
Can I have a taste?
Tie me up and spank me
Gently insert your love
And release...my arms bleed just as yours do
Your talking without words
Your fighting without fists
Your crying without tears
Your brain needs no blade to kill you...
God created buds and plants
That I find and abuse
So officer why am I behind these bars?
Does not your dollar bill claim
"In God We Trust"
...God created plants and buds...
The news stations warn dangers of death
Like a broken record
Events that never will take place
The ignorant cry with insanity
Purchase your gun
And put it your head
All but two
Gently your head lies upon mine
We smile and laugh together
We sit at the edge of the mountain
Waiting for that final sunset...
A blackened wick is what remains
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day will never be so bright
The final sunset is ours
