(Worship the Devil) She Only Listens to Tasmanian Death Metal
Why is she always face down when we fuck
and when I turn her over she’s cold as ice?
Goth bitch act nice
Worship the devil
She only listens to Tasmanian death metal
Says “I don’t sleep
Just binge meth and shoot the homegrown stuff”
Acts like God’s not watching
Dances in the cruel colours of memory
Words whispered
If you really love me, you’ll do this for me
When you don’t do what I say,
it makes me sad
And I know you don’t want me sad
Kill the mood and I’ll kill you
She says “I’ll get away with it too”
It’s not a want
It’s a need
Something weak to bleed
beat and fuck (give it a disease)
Gives me a look and gets down
on her hands and knees