I want you to want me. I need you to need to me. I'm beggin' you to beg me.
And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm
beggin' you to beg me. I'd love you to love me. Put on a brand new shirt, put
on brand new shoes. I'd do anything if you say that you love me, yeah. Oh,
Megan (kiss). Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?... Sittin' alone
I know you felt like dyin'. Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin? I
want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. I'd
love you to love me. Put on a brand new shirt, put on my brand new shoes. I'd
do anything if you say that you love me, yeah. I won't you now, Megan!
She don't eat bacon. She's one of them vegan's. And that's alright. Fuck...
The Following is not a Song--> Martial Law With A Cherry On Top
The constitutional rights of (ascribed) "Canadians" as outlined in the Charter
of Rights and Freedoms allegedly include absolute freedom of thought, belief,
opinion and expression via and media of communication. However, these seeming-
ly generous rights are offset by a limitations clause, rendering them all
arbitrary and subject to the discretion of those in positions of authority.
Basically, what this means, is that we in Canada live in a constant state of
martial law, with the Charter acting merely as a spoonful of sugar to help it
go down. Freedom of thought and expression, contrary to statist thought, are
not rights or privelages to be granted or revoked. They are values inherent to
being human. The misconception is a trait inherent to all nations and all
statist political systems where humans are perceived as subjects of the crown,
state or flag before they are perceived as individuals. They depend on our
dependence. Don't be a pawn. Don't give it to them.
Reject their values
Reject tradition
BTonight a carnivore is out
Lust burning in his head
The need for flesh leads him
Right between your thighs
Violent energy hammers
His body into yours, animalistic rituals
No love, just wantoness
No love, just wantoness
Lust, physical, liquids, blood
One big piece
Of meat they are
Slaves of sexuality
Careless sinners
Producing
A hunger for
Someone's most infected
And rotten parts
One constant
Rhythm of work
For the bad machine
Extending your hole
Sucking out
The entire pride
Of the partner's meat
Crude penetration
It makes him roar
Body against body
Sweat, saliva, and sperm
And once again he scores...