Once again it's a familiar place I'm in
Better yet to be wasted for the interim
Full well I know, the feebleness of a broken down body
Getting stripped away
Better yet to be something of an animal
Maybe low like a dog or something uglier
When I'm face to face with the reality of masculinity
That's getting stripped away
 [bad word] from the [bad word] you carved in me
Holding back to hear you scream
One last time so I can sleep

Deeper than the sharp pain
Goes much bigger the pathos
The harder to let go of all you damaged egos it's [bad word] Duty bound to heed the call of always something
Negative, never the love you give, it's [bad word] Think of me every time you cry
And when you're alone and you want to die
So that way I will be always on your mind

Never knew
Never thought I could be had
By a sister with a sinister view and nothing deep inside
Thought I could be the super sensitive kind of guy
Who could ride out the extra mile
What I caught was the familiar scent of a damaged little pretty
And I whispered that it couldn't be [bad word] But in the end I knew with you
My heart would get stripped away
 [bad word] from the [bad word] you carved in me
Holding back to hear you screaming
All for me