From the venereal curse To her idling hearse She can't seem to remember Ever being more Than the ghost in the machine Remotely operating Her own body But now she can't seem to stop the shaking
Pathological lover, don't you love it when I fake it all Give you what you've learned to need and take control? Anything at all to be noticed once again
From the cesarean birth To her accepted worth She looks like a keeper You'd keep her near
