There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, 'That person I see is a savage monster;' instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.
i wore my sleeves down over my fist shaped heart
so i could forget these scars, you never forget do ya?
I wore a sheath over my starched brown cock so that i could forget you
But then theres me, I always remind me of you
and its a sunday so how could I forget you
white lights through the vitirine
new sights, fresh cut, new me
maybe thats easier,