This round caught the boiling points,
Severed hands, dismembered body parts
I'll face the answer when I cornered age thirteen.
Flowers to remember the dead.
I'll taste you to stain all of us,
To bury my hands.
I'll scream from the top of the world,
And hope you'll hear me.
Leave me sour,
Leave me sour,
Unfulfilled.
(Stiff aroused)
Leave me sour,
Leave me sour,
Unfulfilled.
(Stiff aroused)