吉他社

Prowler In The Yard

Trojan Whore

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Half in darkness she stands in a dress
Of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags
Dragging off cigarettes of human skin
Eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life

Her index fingers drip mothers milk
Like hypodermic needles
She stumbles through my veins high on ash
And dry semen finding for love