Slave on your knees.
You’re a slave on your knees...
Or maybe your back?
I guess it must just depend on what takes your fancy at the time huh?
Validation injected below the waist line, below the ’waste’ line.
Euphoric uplift unbeatable.
With fingernails embedded in flesh gasping, shaking, weak...
Perfect pleasure alright but it would seem that monogomy is monotony and your thirst is unquenchable.
Drown in your ocean of intoxicated ecstacy so weak...
You’re so much less than you claim to be.
Slave to the world.
Slave to desire.
Slave to selfishness.
Killing your heart.
Killing your freedom.
Killing the gift of love.
Slave to yourself.
Slave to your selfishness.
Slave to the world.
Slave to yourself.
I give up on you.
Slave to yourself.
I give up in you...
Now drown!
