The Sex Gun

He takes what he wants
He takes what he’ll please
He smiles in my face
While crawling inside of me
When I kiss him
It’s like the lips of a pistol
Bound to blow me away
At the slightest bristle

He took what he wanted
He took what he pleased
He took away
My innocence from me
When he put himself inside me
It was like a snake’s toxin
Ripping and scratching
Me to my coffin

You’re just a man
Taking what you can
Telling mе that I’m sitting
When I’m trying to stand
Twisting your webs of lies
With your rеd eyes
Killing me softly
Kissing me quicker
Putting your pistol in my mouth
And Pulling the trigger-