Genocidal Crush
Beastmilk
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Kiss slit throats, mute limbs gope
The wicks of an eye, a hangman's rope
Drug-white nights, a supper of knives
Spittle in hair, claw the air
I'll bring the devil and you read the details
Shock takes hold, a gentle choke
Bones grind bone, wet skin's cold
Meag rubbed with salt, suck suck suck
Broken necks neck, lick the stroke
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Of the sighs, come sweet ills tonight
An innocent kiss turns to lust
I've got a genocidal crush
When it all gets too much
I feel a genocidal crush
When we touch touch touch touch
I've got a genocidal crush
When the blood starts to rush
I've got a genocidal crush
Gaggle wounds, lunatic swoon
A moment ache, cancerous shake
Burning lust, filling the cup
Beating back tears, tearing up
Our visions come to life
The world deserves to die