Celibacy-Frankenbok

To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise With it＇s terms. Decline, it＇s in here you will find Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how? It＇s the prevention of the mind f**k. I＇ve just gone and Reinvented my f**k! I don＇t bleed for the things that sink and scathe I don＇t need those things with tits and arse I don＇t think I think there is anything true A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to Celibacy I heal like feel like what? That I＇m not complete Without it whatever it me be not passed down onto me Down through the family tree and so where the thing that You don＇t want to be I am not your sun why I＇m no ones Is because I don＇t make excuses For what I am not like yourself A hurter and stealth You＇ve taken my heart now my dick and go f**k yourself I have tried to lick and cleanse the purpose in the hope To adhere one train of thought in you I have stooped and lessened myself for I predict and hypothesise that these Outcomes and they are always so precise I predicted this outcome although I am not blinded By the lover of lies All through the lust not the Eye not to be mistaken again F**k you! You＇ll never hurt or Understand for it never was in you I don＇t bleed for things that sink or scathe Thank you, f**k you, there! Do I think there is anything True? Love it scathes, discovers pain Face it although I don＇t My bliss in denial Fuse it to bind you refuse it to remind you Conclusive I bind to celibacy I don＇t bleed for things That sink and scathe Blissed by myself