|Ich HaÎ²e Dich|
“Put me in the motorcade, Put me in the death parade, Dress me up and take me, Dress me up and make me.”
Don’t tell me I’m a hypocrite. I warned you, with my devilish smile, I told you the apple was red.
I said that I scratch and claw and scream, yet here we are. . .
Take me, dreaming as I lay here.
mouth wide open
eyes wide shut.
Wonder: what it is you see
with this fücked up bastard
screaming from within.
Hate-filled tears falling down my cheeks
healing these lips, starved of your kiss.
Creep out of your shell,
but take heed:
I do tend to bite.
These teeth are sharpened
at piercing the innocent’s skin.
licking lips, oh
No amount of kisses would subdue
the wrath from inside;
no amount would make
you not try to hide
from me, when all I want
if for you to take me,
dont let me hiss between these false teeth.
Take me, Tame me, and make me purr,
can’t bite any more than they
know how to cry out to you
Be my lover, lord knows it’s your courage that I love.
I’ll be the bîtch, crooked as a one-winged dove.
Shut me up and kiss me.