To hell with all these love poems
I don't need a hero
I need a bitch
I need a drug
You can keep your white, your sweet
I want black hearts
I need malice
I need cruelty
Don't hold me down in linen sheets
Pick me up and pull me away
Run me over
Beat me up
I don't need a clean new dress
I need a massacre
Get me started
Get me angry
Show me something new
Show me something new
Show me something new
And set me loose
I'll eat you up, I love you so
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