With the perfect hair and the perfect wife. And the perfect kids and the perfect life. I can finally be somebody. . Let's play born-again American, resistance is the game.
I wish I can have you here alone in my clutches. To remove the excuses from your mind. To part that haze and slice your soul in pieces. To sing you a lullaby as I tie you to the slab.
In that final look does the deer forgive the wolf?. . You've stolen my fascination. You've smothered my holy addiction. And now I'm soaked in you. Like fat white worms and sad haikus.