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INGET
02:01
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2. |
REPEL
00:52
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restricting my body, my voice and my rights
knowing that I will be punished on sight
just for demanding the right to repel
in fear out of men I submission myself
saying no is dangerous, but I'm too fucking angry
won't be silenced by some fragile masculinity
fyfan
repel
repel
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3. |
AWAITING THE THRILL
01:22
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countless encounters, and counting still
hopelessly hopeful that you’ll fulfill
desire and fire, aspire your skill
clutching and touching, with all of my will
i’ve got will
shaking and aching, awaiting the thrill
shaking and aching, but there is no thrill
countless encounters, and counting still
of men that don’t care for my pleasure until
they groan and they moan, with voices so shrill
without giving back what is owed to fulfill
got no will?
shaking and aching, but there is no thrill
countless encounters, and counting still
of men that the pleasure of women will kill
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your words are polluting my senses,
my being, construction, my essence
breathing your poison, your gases
ultra fine particles slipping through
alveoli of my lungs, first class trip in my blood,
stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay
as grain in my brain
kiss me til my lips fall off
kiss me til I start to rot
kiss me til my lips fall off
kiss me til I start to rot
let me let go
doubting myself, feel demented
forcing my being to fragments
i’m rotting inside before you
let me let go of you
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5. |
LOVE YOUR SMELL
01:35
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i get horny when I shit, there’s no judgement here
lick my thick and suck my slit, i don’t really care
sitting on your face baby i ain’t got no shame
i just love your smell, my cave is over there
i could fuck you all
oh how you make me crave for limbs and lips and slime
i just can’t behave around sweat and hips and thighs
i could fuck you all, doesn’t mean i will
if you’re not amused you just let me know
but if you let me light your fuse i’ll make you explode
let me lick your nips and let me share you tears of joy
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6. |
INNERSTA
01:51
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snubblar på ett moln
omsluten av tjära
det regnar från marken
mal min hjärna, drick mina tankar
hittar inte in
jag föddes 89 men det känns som 87
det enda jag kan se är väggar som breddas
hittar inte in
kan jag ens dö
om jag redan är död?
tänk om jag i min sista stund
inser att jag aldrig riktigt varit vid liv
att jag aldrig vågat visa mitt innersta jag
om jag inte hittar in, är jag redan död
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