Rope

Don't you know what you could do for me with one thin rope?Don't you know what you could do for me with one more stroke?Don't you know what your heaving breath for this burnt swelling flesh?Don't you know how I feel with your fingers around my neck?Pass me the rope the burn is intenseI'm starting to choke the yearning relentsLike a pig on a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe bile's at the back of my throatThere's a bloated germ in my bellyThat yearns for one small slitTherein this writhing spermThis blow off in the gritPass me the rope the burn is intenseI'm starting to choke the yearning relentsLike a pig on a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe bile's at the back of my throatI don't need no one to tell me nothingI can take myself in my own good timeI met my maker when I met my motherNot the seven bribes of christDon't trespass on my patience babyYour eyes are bigger than your bellyLike the letter of the lawLike the ulcerating soreI'm sucking on the stick that stinksPass me the rope the burn is intenseI'm starting to choke the yearning relentsLike a pig on a pokeI've hurt and I've hopedWell I lie for the life of meThe bile's at the back of my throat