Number Twelve Looks Like You Imagine Nation Express
When we meet with good intentions in mind
It's like tying your arms to the northbound train
When you extend your hand for peace,
It's like tying your legs to the southbound train
You practiced this speech well,
But your bullshit is stronger than your rotten breath
When you hold your head and cry apologies,
All I can hear is the train bell ringing "All aboard."
The trains begin tugging.
I love knowing that when you kiss your child,
That my dick filled with the same pussy walls it came from
I don't agree to disagree
Smell the dick on the kid
You pulled me in to feel my touch
I hear your torso giving up,
I'll never forget the way you hugged
Flaps of flesh hanging at the ends of your body bones
And muscles skipping along the tracks
They're falling out part by part...What a disgusting mess you are inside
The trains pick up speed and are no longer in sight,
Happy to have company
Lying naked with her legs spread open was the last time I saw that much of someone's insides
I closed the night off with a dance along the tracks
