The Daisy-massacre
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Category : Songs
Sub Category : Rock
I ate little daisya yellow-faced girl with white hairshe goes down down down my throatbefore that, my teeth bashed her head inher soft skull cracked and i tasted green bloodblood, that tasted like some salad in my foodyeah, i killed her, so i'd stay healthyhealth, the justification to murder what's innocentyeah, i killed her to educate myselfwhat do primitive people eat?curiousity, the free-ticket to murder all new and unkown thingsI kissed a little daisybut oops, my cracked and dry lips swallowed her crown wholetwo walls, pressing against each otherwhy can't i try harrassment on flower-chicks out, too?I'm sitting and walking and the kids, they are playingon a headless-meadow, a cemetery-playgroundcorpse-place, mutilation, and they don't recognize it one single bityeah, i kissed her, so it wouldn't be my first time anymorethe kiss, the permission to suck the head from the neck awayyeah, i kissed her, to have something else in my mouth than nourishmentwhat does fullfillment taste like?emptiness, the ''fine-sign'' to death-kiss something that can't decide anything for itself.Or did i give little daisy oral sex?but all the wetness was my own spit or the raindrops, comin from the clouds above in the skyCunt-head, but there are no holes for me to penetratelemoned Vagina, powder-pub hairall her twin sisters are perfectly abuseablewith their breakable sticks and leaf-hands, built from cartoonic pukeyeah, i licked her, so a thing could finally be minemy tongue, an excuse, to do what i do to heryeah, i licked her, and now she is markedwanna know what i decide next for you?morning dew lets it all seem so natural
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