Abandon, what does it mean?
Without a care, reckless, unclean
Boredom pushes me there ramming of empty, pulling of hair
Damage, least just a bit the joy of not, giving a shit
Face it, straight to the ground a touch of violence
Loving the gagged and bound
Fucking blind to the self what had seemed dry
Springing with wealth
Liar, deep in your form all of these thoughts
That you have scorned
Never, forced to agree rip out a path
Disregard the debris
Breathing shows in the cold with every thrust
Against the folds
Distort, second to next no love or hate trapped in turbulent sex
Drop all obstacles here swallow your shame
Choke down your fear
Visions of damnation deep
This soul's abrasions
Dark inoculations
Numb to abomination
Bleeding, grinding to try just find the how and forget about why
Once the envelope's torn, out of these things, the demon is born
Dark inoculations numb to abomination
Denial and repression moral masturbation
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