Less Like Humans

Born again virgin just to slut yourself again,
Maybe if I kiss your neck and shout in your ear you'll recognize my voice
It's deep and blunt,
And you can attach yourself to it,
You're the problem here skipping down a four lane highway
Eventually to be hit by a lovesick truck
The taste of blood is fresh on my lips,
I can taste your salt like you can taste my spite.
I hope all the love you get is caught in a condom
And all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit.