Locked in a memory that sits like a kid.
The last of dysfunction, the time he wins.
Nothing's been moving if I'm not alive.
Make me an offer and I might kill.
This is your body that I wanna touch.
That I love to taste.
That I want to fuck.
Don't lose the hate it just seems like fun.
I might kill.
Trite fool, I'll never change.
Trite fool, we're all the same.
And what you don't think is what you don't show.
What you don't say is what we don't know.
I'm never moving far from you.