Fire

They say the globe is warmin
Is that because I'm too hot?
You better check the forecast
Cause im about to blow up
180 degrees
Like you just turned around
Starting fires for fun
Burning holes in the ground
I got a magnifying glass
I'll fucking light up your ass
Pass the past too fast
Spit on the flames as I bask
As the mound turns to ash
Nothing of you remains
I'll stomp the earth with my boot
Smearing, spreading your brain
That's the only way you'll copulate
Mind fucking the dirt
I'll castrate you with words
Emasculate with my rhymes
But you wouldn't understand
You're too simple a mind
You're a fucking joke of a prick
I'm an intellectual goldmine
If you want see a real dick
Then get down and choke on mine

Invisible

The eyes pass
Flicker
Don't stare into the sun
I'll burn a hole straight through
Your aversion
Perversion
I might as well be a ghost

Shedding Skin

Libate, gyrate with me
Simple motions
Complex moans
Lubricate my soul

The Stains are memories
The frame has marks
The springs buckle
The wood no longer whole

Blurs in the night lite
Four arms
Four legs
Spread cotton and lace

Opiate to my pain
Your touch is numb
It calms my mind
The rush of empty bliss