Dead Boys from Convenience by Pill

Is it wicked?
Can I lick it?

Would you taste my bloodied knee?
Testing the limits of intimacy.

Round knuckle trying to temper my desire,
but the drain builds pressure.

There is no ally in this void.
There is no ally in this void.

Constructing history constructing empires.
Constructing history constructing THE EMPIRE.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl.

Who draws the shape and what bends it?
A funeral pyre.

Press in deep and make it count.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girls girl.

Pretty cool, cool
Pretty cool, cool

Let me absorb as much as I can;
Let this wash over me.

All you dead boys;
I’m a girl’s girl.

• Punk
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