day one i played with her blood day two left her face bruised and we called it making love day three her blood played with me dirty talk caught me off guard had the nerve to ask if i thought she was crazy baby you don t know where my mind has been fell off the bike more than twice but it s time to ride again this time i learned from my past falls old wounds may re open soon burn em in alcohol i heard that last call it was a close one road runners know which direction to go when snow comes now we re coasting extra traction on radial tires having sex in the back wrapped in radial wires self abusive stuck in a bad place head full of bruises and scratched face i ve bled profusely stirred in my juices so you can taste me put my neck in a noose and swung to safety found a land mine planted in the sole of my foot i can t find santcum in the holes ive been put i keep diggin covered in earth i undress they run tests i leave the dirt to the experts white coats and shiny objects i jump their lifeboat science project we got a floater guinea pig overboard stone sober hillbilly kid with open sores we rip vocal chords tearing them out a mute manifesto that you ll probably never hear about weirded out about my wherabouts swears pierce my mouth a bearded medicine man who wears a pouch keeps diggin me and i m swimmin uphill i m fightin the tide of mudslide and blood spilled until i got a shirt off my back and a girl on attack on top with a curled lip the world map is our bedsheet we shared geography now i explore virgin territory squeeky seats acting as a mating call nothing on me but her and didn t feel naked at all ever feel the need to keep it so real you feed yourself into her hunger and don t care if she bleeds askin all these questions ain t highly recommended they ll eventually get answered if you put time in the friendship that is if what you re doin is helping and it s not like you ll know until you ah reach the ending she wanted my agony agony agony in her body day one i played with her blood day two left her face bruised and we called it making love day three her blood played with me dirty talk caught me off guard had the nerve to ask if i thought she was crazy she was crazy i need more holes to breathe from went under the knife i contemplated freedom put it all out on the operating table clutching onto rubber ducks i played double dutch with some jumper cables and i broke like the water it started rushing all of a sudden there she was gone i m the fall guy she s a sight for sore eyes i m in labor all night till a new day is born her blow brocades like high rolled dice the earth pulls a 180 when i look into her snake eyes i m not afraid of dying pieces of me die all the time i keep digging i leave the dirt to the experts who push the boundaries of pleasure till the sex hurts i hold today with a death grip and play hard to get with tomorrow so as not to look so fucking desperate face sweaty hands unsteady blood pressure off the charts my heart hangs heavy untreated wounds through repeated moons i seem to have developed through your needy womb your feeble ill cocoon i don t breathe for many people i don t mourn the pieces killed in you my injection must have been lethal pick up the shovel love you got some diggin to do agony agony agony she wanted my agony agony agony day one i played with her blood day two left her face bruised and we called it making love day three her blood played with me dirty talk caught me off guard had to nerve to ask if i thought she was crazy