Frustration 
In my lexicon of hate 
I see you with your portraiture 
Does he love you? 
Does he love you too?

The brush strokes 
Kiss your breasts and toes 
I cry icicles in my stein 
The heartbeats flutter 
With an abnormal rhythm

The pain shoots through my body 
A sword between my thighs 
I wish that I could kill you 
But I too love your eyes

You're feeling less whore but you stimulate 
The hatred smolders in your eyes 
I'd drop to my knees in a second 
To salivate in your thighs

But all I do is fall over 
I don't have the strength I once had 
In you and your prickless lover 
And his easel in his eyes

I feel the pain creep up my leg 
Blood runs from my nose 
I puke my guts out at your feet 
You're more man than I 
To be dead to have no feeling 
To be dry and spermless like a girl

I want so much to hurt you 
I want so much to hurt you 
I want so much to hurt you 
Marry me 

Spermless like a girl 
More man than I 
More man than I

Frustration 
In my lexicon of hate 
You're feeling less like a whore but you 
Stimulate

All I do is fall over 
I don't have the strength I once had 
All I do is fall over 
I don't have the strength I once had

I want you so much to hurt you 
I want so much to hurt you 
I want so much to hurt you 
I want you as a wife

Frustration is my lexicon of hate 
Frustration is my lexicon of hate 
Fru... fru... frustration, my lexicon of hate

I cry icicles 
Heartbeats flutter 
Abnormal rhythm

I wish that I could kill you 
But I too love your eyes 
I want you as my wife 
I want you as my wife 
Spermless like a girl

Lucky in feeling 
More man than I 
Marry me, marry me, marry me 
I want you as a wife 
Spermless like a girl 
Puking my guts at your feet 
More man than I 
Fru... fru... fru... frustration 
Frustration