Perversion - Insense

Trust me

I’ve had a crappy year

Realizing the worst of my fears

A nightmare that I’m forced to live through

Must I clip my nuts to survive

Perversion

Pervert

Perversion

Yeah, yeah

Manners are just a social skill

I have learned how to get my will

Caress her with my insect hands

She’s making love to the dead

Perversion

Pervert

Perversion

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Why now?

I had hope

Help me

Don’t make me beg

Why now?

I had hope

Why me?

Smiling but I’m dead inside

The madonna-whore that I hide

Insurgent refuse to fall in line

Benumb of fear

Perversion

Pervert

Perversion

Yeah, yeah