divendres, 19 d’agost de 2011

bleach you

You call yourself a family man, stuck in a distorted history made by your rules
in moral values rooted in the past.

My brothers are strangers, my timeline is a curve, smoking when it's deadly, not drinking to forget, I want to watch the Pope making porn with a nun.

Your wife, white trash hardcore believer,was bought in eviction, you see her as your property and treat her as a mule.

My partner is an individual, she's one, with me, we are two, for me a family man is far from being you.

And then you come to my place, just tell me what's your truth, try to sell me your bullshit, my offer...screw you.