Bitch - Hate Dept.

Feeling you fade, fanning my face with your last leaf;

another rotting tree

Loosen your tongue, yes, now slip it into me.

I’ll return the lust, bitch

Give us your grace, how about some of your sunny weather?

To keep me warm

Give me a touch, not just one of your friendly brushes.

Reach into me, bitch

Give me some fear, more than more of your weaknesses, like a filthy sea

Licking my lips with disgust and anticipation.

I taste your blood, bitch