Twisted

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Is there any, anyplace we haven't been?
If so, what can I do to get us there?
From nights in white satin
To veins long since virgin
Lost innocence left
Pooling blood
Level the shotgun
Of our twisted fixations
Exhale their being in my face
Let's puff it all around us, baby
Inhale it's wicked essence
Feel the smoke of each shared toke
Grooving down sick saturation
Til our eyes start to water
And our throats go far beyond
The scratchiness found
In the bottom of each barrel
Prompting our slow burn
Twisted father, mother, brother,
Aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, sisters too
And oh what a child wouldn't do
If special coaxed or forced to
Is there any, anyplace we haven't been?
If so, what can I do to get us there?
From nights in white satin
To veins long since virgin
Lost innocence left
Pooling blood



~ Soulstar