Slug Fucker from Convertible Hearse by CDSM

Slug fucker
I saw your trail, I caught your scent from a mile out
Metallic taste, your laser stare hits me like a brick
And now I’m reeling down on the floor, I reach up to your hips
Slug fucker, you got me high, you got me high for the very first time
I’m not a man, I’m not a dog, I’m not a seat, I’m not your meat
I’m not a pass, I’m not the gas
I’m not the feeling that you get when you get asked
If you’re a fiend or just a failure
Are you a slut?
Are you a savior?
It’s a false pretense on your unpaid rent
And your voice has been delayed into an echo, not a wave
And could there be another way?
There’s got to be some price to pay
Slug fucker, I saw your face and it was pure dismay

Stretching, stretching
How much are you willing to bet
Tossing out a conscious net?
Risky, you could break your neck
The chance is slim, you go to bed
Retching, retching
Risky, you could lose your head
Open up the doors into the dreams you thought were dead
Stretching, stretching
Retching, retching
What are the odds you’ll take a hit?
The engines on, you’re sitting still
Waiting for the tune to change
Stretching out your arms and legs
Project yourself off of a cliff
The simulation was a myth
Stretching, stretching
Project yourself off of a cliff
The simulation was a myth

Stretching, stretching
The simulation was a myth
Retching, retching
Project yourself off of a cliff

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