gimme what I need
I need a little blood to bleed
to keep me alive
to gimme enough to strive
to arrive at the end alive
findin' my sex drive
too much to derive from the end
of the bend crawling to my ammend
I blend into the penned lives that contend
and offend continually falling
away from my calling
and forestalling the ghosts of the past
lest it last through the vast
in contrast with past

watch it run away
fading away
in a blinding way
they stay at bay
hunting the day
when we all decay
so in way we all pay
for the delay to display the meaning
that led us to betray in dismay
jean baptiste pierre antoine de monet

take it on the chin
this is where we begin
tearing away the skin that soaked us in sin
deep within the thin waxing hull
of the skull making the truth null and void
destroyed annoyed and underemployed
they deployed too much
and enjoyed the steroid
that killed them all
with their fall thrashing at a wall
but don't drop the ball
in our brawl we enthral
and recall that crawl we made from the maul in the stall