unplug cord fom speaker knot

spot the got to sleep

i go to clench your foot

you open the door

black like tire track

pretty like white lightning

you stick around thumping veins

pricking veins dose those most wanted

do it again and again uhhhht ohhhhh

sigmund says to still close them

have them to stay open by someone else

perhaps the girl that

ran away from school in elementary

perhaps the teacher that

cooked up worms and ate them

perhaps perhaps snaps to the

slide pole that got me off

when noone was looking

that preacher that became demon

during sermon lost in the lord

pretty like white lighting

hold this while i light it

cooked it up while i tied it

you only came when i denied it

you only knocked when i supplied it

happy like sunshine till i dyed it

pretty like white lightning