Conceived in selfish lust and just enough lies.
Burden of a young girls womb, speaking to myself.
Left to be raised amongst killers with rapists grins.
I am not who you see, cause I haven’t decided who I’ll be.
Wicked need drives my will in life and I need you now.
So lay here with me tonight and lets fuck away yesterday.
Hiding in lovely words, painting what dreams want to see.
You have helped me guide these insincere strokes.
Because we all see the things we want to believe.
But as I am very sure you knew from the start.
I’m not the type of artist who will ever sign his work.