Little Triggers

Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I dont wanna be hung up, strung up,
When you dont call up.

Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. my hand on your hip.

Thinkin all about those censored sequences,
Worryin about the consequences,
Waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.

Worryin about the common decency
When it is only a question of frequency
When you say o.k. but I gotta cheek to be
Sayin youre tired of me when you dont even weaken these

Ramble...

Unlock the door
@ Terminal four
Groundless detachment
Inflated lullabies
Only fantasies can see the tears I cry
Its nonexistent existentialism
Bloody winters
Urinary summers
Slide down the surface of things
Easy go into the frame
Drown in flame
Burn into the sea
Get free or die trying
Can you pass the acid test?
Can you be fuct?
Can you understand brew made by bitches?
Didn’t think so
Examine selflessness on Picasso’s postcards
Wired into velvet bananas
Are you different?
Don’t leave your phone number there
Its evil inside
Don’t start Adventism
Broken glass
Fractured hands
New flown in ass
Inefficient plans
Where to go?
What to do?
Why I am the whore?
Who should I screw?
Fade away
Into the shallow day