Who's To Blame...
AsPrivilegedAsAWhore
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Saved we are
Saved we'll be
Lost it's mind
Lost at sea
Drift a-shore, ignore the natives
Bring a flag and prove you've made it
Kick your feet back
rock your chair
Make this life
one you can bare
Rid them with your blind diseases
govern their children
your god, it pleases
Storm the front
befuddle their kings
this battles won
youve clipped their wings
youve cut their strings
youve caused their tears
youve nothing left but their fear
you hide amongst them
steal their land
you sit in highchairs
and offer your hand
you opperate under a guise of hope
you say that you'll cure them
but it's to the riches you devote
you say you'll cure them
you say it loud
and you believe
they'll just lie down
your deciete has won once again
and the damage has yet to mend
they trusted you
with their death
they wont fight back
theyve nothing left
still they know only love
they lived where peace was logic enough...
~Erin
Saved we'll be
Lost it's mind
Lost at sea
Drift a-shore, ignore the natives
Bring a flag and prove you've made it
Kick your feet back
rock your chair
Make this life
one you can bare
Rid them with your blind diseases
govern their children
your god, it pleases
Storm the front
befuddle their kings
this battles won
youve clipped their wings
youve cut their strings
youve caused their tears
youve nothing left but their fear
you hide amongst them
steal their land
you sit in highchairs
and offer your hand
you opperate under a guise of hope
you say that you'll cure them
but it's to the riches you devote
you say you'll cure them
you say it loud
and you believe
they'll just lie down
your deciete has won once again
and the damage has yet to mend
they trusted you
with their death
they wont fight back
theyve nothing left
still they know only love
they lived where peace was logic enough...
~Erin
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
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Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
my sentiments exactly
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
Is this about the Native people of North America?
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
ehm... inturpretation is 90 percent of all that is art...
you be the judge
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
But I'm not smart enough to judge, everything I write is usually fueled by my hatred of everyone, including myself.
When you go off and make something worth thinking about that isn't about hatred of everyone, it leaves me in the dust unaware of what it's about.
I'll just guess it's about a dog who was left alone when the family went on Vacation.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
My writing is fueled by self hatred... as is my will to live...
well... then you wouldnt be wrong... poor little dog... what will you name him?
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
Pudding.
And I'll get another dog and name him Chocolate.
Sperm, It's in you to give.
I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A fag in a whale bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame