September 14, 2006
Carbine Love
Screaming with a wounded throat from the hit of a perfume and pheromone tipped bullet
I swallow the the lead and my own blood so how did your scent escape me?
Bang, bang, bang, baby blow me away
Fully automatic, oh, this carbine love
One last breath… but don’t close my eyes yet, just let your face burn in one last time
’cause for you i love to burn inside, and it just doesn’t die, so baby, say goodbye
With my kiss on your chest
And your bayonet in mine
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