Praying Prey (My Daddy's Hunt)

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It would be wonderful

To laugh while People cries like a fool

I would be sullen fine

If I felt myself alright

With a sweet cool air on my neck

Like the claws of Pyrisantek

Incest, contest

They do it while I'm not there

I get angry and bad

They get dull and sad

Sucking tears to their throats' back

Cry, cry yet

Die, dying beat

My children want to make sex

My father wants to beat me

So I run to don't get inside

Don't want to be into my daddy's mind

To see the non-mystery shot of the gun

To don't be part of my daddy's hunt

I wanna live my scene

I wanna free'em from this

Take them away

From my daddy's sight

Live their way, no matter if they die

Leave the day to a stranger night

Forget to say the true, to don't live for a lie

The face in the mirror, does not look like

The way I walk away from the line

The moon is running still

While our lungs get hot on thrill

Fearing the fear of true

'Cause my daddy knows only one thing to do

His madness has two barrels and won't stop so soon

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Ted/Lucas

November 27th, 2011