Injured Wrist from GIRL GENERATOR by INVADER TRIN

some poetic way to sort my thoughts
not like i'm not, it's not a lot
you seek what's sought and get what's gotten
gone, forgotten, lost, and rotten
some special lie that we all bought into
we've been thru the caustic sinews, and then you
picked a different option from the menu i lent you
those messages i sent you end you or continue

hate to drag you into this
but life can't lend me any bliss
and things may always seem remiss
but i'll lend you my injured wrist
wounds start healing once they're kissed
certainly i won't be missed
it might make somebody pissed
when i lend you my injured wrist

hate to drag you into this
but life can't lend me any bliss
and things may always seem remiss
but i'll lend you my injured wrist
wounds start healing once they're kissed
certainly i won't be missed
it might make somebody pissed
when i lend you my injured wrist

mere days in these matters turn spousal
putrid sex object, go fuck a cow skull
deep throat the tongue, splay the gore across your asshole
mere minutes missing the trash-full agoraphobic castle
things change so blindingly quick that they stay the same
say my name six more times then you'll stay sane
then on the seventh line write same name
it stays lame, the exact way that my brain's trained
stay up in your lane and i'll stay in mine
by the eighth line, i've said what i've needed for the ninth time
and if you multiply my self by myself i don't seem mine
but you've seen worse cases, i'm just the latest in a long line of hatred
and i flourish when i'm hated, so please god abuse me so my conscience feels sated

i can only operate when shit is tough and the state of the world's not enough
calling bluffs and letting my chain rust and break at the slightest tug
and so what? if i'm so fucking loved, where's the love? it's a bust
fueled by lust and gushing and thrusting and blood
so please god abuse me the so i can give up
please god be abusive so i can erupt
please treat me terribly, that's how i need love
your love is my blood
so tear me open and make me feel loved
so tear me open and make me feel loved
so tear me open

hate to drag you into this
but life can't lend me any bliss
and things may always seem remiss
but i'll lend you my injured wrist
wounds start healing once they're kissed
certainly i won't be missed
it might make somebody pissed
when i lend you my injured wrist

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