Cut Yourself, Bleed a little
Let me taste it, Let me smell it, yeah
Hatemind, hatemind, hatemind
Midnight pervert, a real sicko
I bark and I bite and I love a good fight
A leather jacket, long hair, smokin' cigs, don't care
It's not the dog in me, the spirit has been set free
An old man, no hair, sittin' here, sweaty stare
Cut Yourself, Let me watch
Cut Yourself, Bleed a little
Let me taste it, Let me smell it, yeah
This is a new poem and will appear on the upcoming
M Ax Noi Mach release "CREEPER"
1 comment:
Oh. I thought you were saying "He'd mind, he'd mind, he'd mind." As in the person who's blood you were tasting and smelling had a boyfriend or something, and he'd mind that you were tasting his girl's blood.
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