How did we learn to love you?

Now that we've learnt the outcome it's your kind

that's taught me hate...

Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Nerp.



Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor,

copulator you're damned with the things you

can't aggress from your heart.



Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on

best but guess again you've slipped to the point

of blunt and there is no return...



You've worn your heart on your sleeve, starched

now from the cruel outcomes. It's your kind that

has taught me hate...



For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and

co-eds your patience you can't undo what's

done...

A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah...