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Violence Song II

Raz

Bluelighter
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In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
Keep singing that song;
the one that makes me hate you
more than I hate me.

I saw you out tonight,
all of you;
faces like a canvas waiting to be fucked up,
smiles waiting for a fist.

You ask me why I like gabba?
I'll tell you.
It's because of the kick.
That beautiful fucking kick to the face,
that constant kick to anywhere it'll hurt.

And alcohol might dull the pain,
but it prolongs it too.
Soon there's enough of you
wanting enough of me
beating enough of you.

Soon enough you'll be begging me to stop
though I know you want it more and more.
Soon you'll be wanting more
when I really should have stopped.

What are niceties worth though,
when everything's like this?

How much does blood cost,
when it feels this good?

And when do I get to stop?
My bloody boots and knuckles

stained by your


violence song.

.....
 
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Raz said:
And alcohol might dull the pain,
but it prolongs it too.
Soon there's enough of you
wanting enough of me
beating enough of you.

this gives me such a frisson feeling. i'm flabbergasted.
 
this is a fantastic piece, i can feel the raw emotion behind it.
it also strikes a chord with me personally.
 
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