On The Way To Hell

You won’t believe your eyes
We don’t deceive your ears
They can’t retrieve your lies
Or relieve you of your tears

Watch while the artist’s being tortured
And paint everything he lets you hear
Hesitate to disagree with his screams
Because you draw away from honesty

Craning my scrawny sucking neck
Seeking those woes
And, oh, speaking of hoes
That surround he whom I seek out
With the fucking brown loving eyes
Laying upon every want-to-be slut
Well I longed to be someone else

His pretty, dirty mouth
I let the words come out
A filthy pun down south
Well she should get it out

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