Lubrication

... hurts so good...

Why does it hurt so good?
Systematic attrition,
I carry the scars,
And force myself to grin.
Squeeze it out,
And rub it in the skin...

Sex is the clockwork
To wind up the psyche.
Succumbing to the friciton,
But to no avail!

Oh god, it hurts so good,
Lubricating the plea!
Another coming (in the)
Stream of obscenity.
Thumbs down!
Set the lions free...

Sex is the clockwork
To wind up the psyche.
Succumbing to the friciton,
But to no avail!

Phlegm, to embellish
My weak condition!
A good and clean release,
A long lost truism...

Soul, squeeze it out
And rub it in the skin!
Close your eyes,
And let us begin...

Sex is the clockwork
To wind up the psyche.
Succumbing to the friciton,
But to no avail!

I twitch like dead matter
Coming alive,
As i suffer the passion
To come unto me.