What do you want of me , What do you long from me A slim pixie thin and forlorn, A count white and drawn What do you make of me , What can you take from me Pallid landscapes off my frown, Let me rip you up & down For you I came to forsake, Lay wide despise and hate I sing of you in demented songs, For you & your stimulations Take what you can of me, Rip what you can of me And this I'll say to you, Hope that it gets through You will spit on me, You will make me spit I'll still be here as strong as you I'll walk away in spite of you Walk away... Walk Away... |