Λύριξ Αη-Ρόουτ

A nasty verse to titillate
Woman's gotta have issues
A paper touch so intimate
That gives onions the tissues

A crawlin' man still crawls her back
Onwards to her neck
And grasps her hair in grave despair
Singing pleas like glorious hymns
That he ain't just a lech

What I loathed is back-stabbing me
Once forgotten 'n' kept at bay
Now in flesh 'n' bones 'n' meat
Licks the long-lit candles of adult dismay

So I mope around the stones I hate
Gaze at the sky for untalked features
'N' things I'm tought I can't relate
By great wise men and teachers

Man, should I find a piece of dirt
Unmatching creation's holly matter
There'd be no rock I wouldn't flirt
In no muddy gutters I wouldn't swagger

The clarity of mind of a thousand mine-diggers
Couldn't prevent the consumption of my soul
An army of unaware soldiers carressing triggers
Process of life; the dream that made me roll

Yet I write and stamp the words in leather
'bout the innocent life with sins I crave
This proclamation, the verdict I render
May rip my guts, but won't deprave

A free fall from the tip of her head
Screaming and bearly breathing
Towards the abysmal warmth of her uncunny bed
Defies the laws of unwelcome breeding

So mix saliva along with bottles of chlorine
It is the alchemy and the secrets within
It is a time machine broken in between
And all I want... is your parts unseen

So I mope around the stones I hate
Gaze at the sky for untalked features
'N' things I'm tought I can't relate
By great wise men and teachers

Man, should I find a piece of dirt
Unmatching creation's holly matter
There'd be no rock I wouldn't flirt
In no muddy gutters I wouldn't swagger