Rapid Fire Tollbooth

You might not remember how we sleep in the past

I'll soon remind you when

I cut off the hand that was promised to me

and then we'll shake on it

those stains you can't hide or the smell of his sweat

are they so permanent?

did you scratch your left eye?

did it blink three times?

or once just to reel you in?

on your blackened breath

did he smell of us

to taste a poison sweet

i've got to rid the world of your intentions

wrapped to cut like a stuck pig

And give me that flesh please

the one that talks like me

I really want it now

Baby, put it on slowly

I want ya to show me

Does it make you feel alright?

When i peeked inside your room

through that rusty bitten lock

you sank a nail inside of me

left me twenty years too long

the black stockings you kept, smell of wet cigarette

and the sweat that just would not seize

i have been for far too long

just to keep you here on this leash

for the rest of your debt

'cause i knew you'd forget

i throw ashes at the bones of your feet

now that you slay with a pack of strays

i do believe you're not the mongrel for me

And give me that flesh please

the one that talks like me

I really want it now

Baby, put it on slowly

I want ya to show me

Does it make you feel alright?