Prized Object ft. Ruthie Santiago Lyrics

Never again charcoal the flesh of another's heart

I REFUSE TO HURT ANOTHER WOMAN

Another rib taken for granted

While a silk dress falls from shoulder less straps

My once Idol hands caress devils skin

Too hot to touch

This void seeks more emptiness

Darkness is my playground

While unfulfilling urges palpitate to a surface not ready for the light of day

Dust, settles as the dead skin of my past victims

Lying in the cemetery of threaded sheets

My room, turned into a sauna but my breathe exhales with icy chill

Passion, generates sweat from the friction of our skin

This is savage

Primitive instinct thrusts this heated night into overdrive

Without care of whether she really understood me when I said,

"I am not looking for a relationship"

It never mattered though

Not to me at least

I wonder, If she could have seen projected like the rolling film's reel the played out scenes of my real intentions would she still be grabbing frantically at these sheets?

Would her screams continue to be in sync with my movements?

If she only knew, she was nothing more than a prized object of the night?

Why am I asking these questions when I already know the answer?

It's so easy to fill pain with pleasurable feelings

I've realized I was only cycling pain by not reciprocating but rejecting her feelings

Without excuse I quit using my brain and let testosterone make decisions for me

Now I'm all alone,

With conviction preaching guilty sermons through and through me

Darkness is no longer my playground when demons of integrity begin cursing with blame

When the emptiness of this black hole grows stronger as I realize I used her so badly I never even listened when I asked her, her name

When all along I just wanted to say,

I'm sorry, I know this is harsh I hope you can forgive me but you are just a temporary replacement

I wish you could understand that my heart is encased with the scars of burnt flesh

I handed it to a human torch

It now resides in an arctic region and I've become numb with frostbitten valves

My senses are dead from experiencing opposite extremes and I was hoping you could stimulate some sort sensation

Any sort of sensation

But I realize observation on my part should have seen the open wounds bleeding in your eyes,

You've been hurt too

It seems I've turned into the monster that mangled me

So I apologize, for the pain I've caused you."

See, that was a younger me,

I am a man who no longer subscribes to these promiscuous ideologies

Because we need to recognize and take ownership in society

That we've begun viewing women as meat and the harder we pound them the more tender they get

Let me repeat that, we've begun viewing women as meat

and the harder we pound them

the more tender they get

Charades' of questionable intention mascaraed this game

Delicate spirits tip toe around trust

Shattering confidence and abolishing self-worth

Sexual exploitation breeds pain that beauty is a curse

So sealed lips keep laughter captive

Because remember player,

Every soul desires the companionship of love

When that time comes

The jokester will always be a part of the joke