Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
Oh I miss the kiss of treachery
The aching kiss before I feed
The stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
would
sympathy
stench
starts
streams
sincerity
shameless
secrecy
scenery
round
pieces
thickening
piece
crowd
breath
crocodiles
cheers
carpet
babies
needle
behind
addiction
holding
bended
sound
black
about
against
aching
photographs
always
makes
three
anyone
pictures
closer
again
party
happiness
before
greed
vanity
dropping
breaking
crying
younger
songs
screaming
easier
through
heaven
dreams
trickery
treachery
frequency
heart
velvety
hoping
whole
memory
sleep
ending
apart
everyone
stains
coming
everything
making
glass
knees
leave
tight
mouth
murmured
bleed
never
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