Frustration

Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
I see you with your portraiture
Does he love you?
Does he love you, too?

The brush strokes
Kiss your breasts and toes
I cry icicles in my stein
The heartbeats flutter
With abnormal rhytm

The pain shoots through my body
A sword between my thighs
I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes

You´re feeling less whore but you stimulate
The hatred smolders in your eyes
I´d drop to my knees in a second
To salivate in your thighs

But all I do is fall over
I don´t have the strength I once had
In you, in you, in you and your prickless lover
And his easel in his eyes

I feel the pain creep up my head
Blood runs from my nose
I puke my guts out at your feet
You´re more man than I

To be dead to have no feeling
To be dry and spermless like a girl
Like a girl

I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
Marry me
I want you as my wife

Spermless like a girl
More man than I
More man than I

Frustration
In my lexicon of hate
You´re feeling less like a whore but you stimulate

All I do is fall over
I don´t have the strength I once had
All I do is fall over
I don´t have the strength I once had

I want you so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want so much to hurt you
I want you as a wife

Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Frustration is my lexicon of hate
Fru...fru...frustration, my lexicon of hate

I cry icicles
Heartbeats flutter
Abnormal rhytm

I wish that I could kill you
But I too love your eyes
I want you as my wife
I want you as my wife
Spermless like a girl

Lucky in feeling
More man than I
Marry me, marry me, marry me
I want you as a wife
Spermless like a girl
Puking my guts at your feet

More man than I
Fru...fru...fru...frustration
Frustration