Prone

Why should I deny that I will not resist?
How could I decline when I am still prone?
Welcome to the weird travel
Through my wood of uncertain emotions

The wedlock between laudable and barren dreams
Welcome to my world, a circus of nakedness
Chase these thoughts away, take my lust away
Welcome to my inner side

Enter the disaster, drill yourself into the fat
Go inside, welcome to the sexual and imperious art
Chase these thoughts away, take my lust away
Sell me a smile and I will give you happiness

Drowning in tears of hate, material man
Tortured man, no man
Hammer and the meat will die
Through the laughing face

Breaks a resounding disgust
It tries to inhale my life
It pins your flesh in my open mouth
My thoughts crawl into your hole

Any nerve in an evil minefield
Will burn me out
Because home is where the lust lives
Hammer until the meat is dead