Playtime Injuries Lyrics

The beauty, the mother, the been there cunt

Brings about smiles on the hunt for such a slut

An angel, a girl scout, bothers rabbit in a bin

A sinner, a sin. blanket tucked by kin

Spirit's far from kindred, happy smiles from above

Forcing ones below on this belief that what was made was love

Unfinished eyes of love

Pressing down on what's above

Yes, always right... No matter what

The way she looks at the dog

Such as eyed her progeny

Some bats and winks to her brother

After she eats out her mother

Inside

We find

This gooey girl

A False gods lies to sheathe this fucking girl

Inside!

Partially he...

And therefore always

Happy

I'll ride along, i'll be her dog

I'll be her son

Of some kinds there's one

I'll ride along, i'll be her dog

I'll be her son

Of some kinds there's one

Engendered

Endangered

A mother fucker

A brother fucker

An angel

Nicknamed stupid cunt

I'll ride along, i'll be her dog

I'll be her son

Of some kinds there's one

I'll ride along, i'll be her dog

I'll be her son

Of some kinds there's one

Truths of yesterday but that day is gone

Desires six feet under 'cause she sang my fucking song

A web puts down a goddess

Adverse glares sweep the closet

Blood pools just past the wrist

Into this loosely shaken fist

A kinderwhore

Finds bliss

As an angel calls it quits