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• Artiste: King
• Titre: Libertine
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On your knees Until they bleed Until your mind is full of regret, and your throats full of seeds Until you breathe disease And you sicken everyone in the room at the scent of your sneeze Oh please Please ease My desire to watch you swing on Judas' swing When I was twelve years old The only thing I didn't know was some girls like it slow, some in every hole, some were comfortable in not letting you know they were uncomfortable Some did it for show it's to those I owe an asphyxiating Garrot's choke I owe the rest to her flawless folds of flesh My skin the poor condition it's kept From lack of rest Tending to her vast requests I can't neglect, pounding her into a mess The priceless organ cased inside my chest Skips not a beat at the practice of my wire brush caress She leaked gag inducing fluids from her sink Tasted of poison but still I'd drink The strap I'd swing as if i intended on breaking through her being Her skin was broken and battered to mark where I've been I'd grin... She'd just bite holes in her lip and scream "never again" I've been itching like a fiend for a fix One time I swear it through Her mouth is like the backseat of a Buick Just let me come inside of you