Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bad Girl
She's your
Bad girl.
Disfigured in blood,
Self mutilation and ideas
About how the dead
Really die.
You condemn her
With a slap; spit on
Her, she's worth less
Than love.
When she's dead,
Will you sing "hurt"
At her open casket funeral?
Or will you fiegn disgust
At the look of horror upon
Her face?
Will you will be asking
Answerless questions
When she sits there
And waits for people
To end.
Forever is a long time
For ignorance.
it's even longer, waiting
For the pain to finally
Make sense.
Won't you come pray to her
When the rain falls
And she's massacred
Every vein, every promise,
Every relationship?
She's waiting to see if you see,
And apparently,
You're blind!
You wanted to see, but
Your eyes don't open up
That wide...
They were glued closed.
And I, I mean, she could
Only sit there in puddles
Of p!ss, rain and tears,
Knowing that she's your
Bad girl.
February 6, 2007
Suge
Bad girl.
Disfigured in blood,
Self mutilation and ideas
About how the dead
Really die.
You condemn her
With a slap; spit on
Her, she's worth less
Than love.
When she's dead,
Will you sing "hurt"
At her open casket funeral?
Or will you fiegn disgust
At the look of horror upon
Her face?
Will you will be asking
Answerless questions
When she sits there
And waits for people
To end.
Forever is a long time
For ignorance.
it's even longer, waiting
For the pain to finally
Make sense.
Won't you come pray to her
When the rain falls
And she's massacred
Every vein, every promise,
Every relationship?
She's waiting to see if you see,
And apparently,
You're blind!
You wanted to see, but
Your eyes don't open up
That wide...
They were glued closed.
And I, I mean, she could
Only sit there in puddles
Of p!ss, rain and tears,
Knowing that she's your
Bad girl.
February 6, 2007
Suge
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