you go in for the kill
and you've got me wondering
if you're just in it for the thrill
but stop right there,
I'm not finished with the truth
you keep it stashed up in a book
more holy than God's own word
I'm just a lamb, still part of your herd

and the constant contemplation
strangles this desire
leaving me fumed and on fire
oh darkness
why have you turned out the light?
I've waited all day
just to take it off
this wasted energy is
digging a hole within myself

I want to shoot you
in the empty space where your heart used to be
I'm dying to know if you'll feel it
I'd like to set this
wavering ambivalence aside
and feed you ounces of truth
until you burst
your brain would combust
if you still possessed some intelligence

you cut deep into your own skin
to remind yourself of life
or to avoid the pain you refuse to let go
but apathy has taken over me
and I can't help but sway
thinking it could only be appropriate
for you to be swollen, without any joy
I'm begging that you'll feel it

don't you worry
cuz I'm not looking for a savior
and exhale your breath
cuz I've been ready
take even a single step forward
my brass nipples have been off the shelf
release your grip
cuz I don't need you
turn off the car
I've got mine; pedal to the metal

my heart is dislocating
but you're still eighteen
do what you want
but I won't take this