Not A Lovesong

By Frank Peter Hermsen

I believe in the thrill of the hunt

My venesre infected by the smell of my gun

To sweat to swallow to kill to strike

Is my therapy to protect my rights

Ill be with you dont have a choice

I watch you sleeping hear your voice

Your raging against my mind

But Im the knot in your lifeline

This is not a lovesong

Call me facist spoil my ground

Im the first and last to be around

I kiss your lips for twenty pounds

And when You explode I will be the sound

Im the acid air youve gotta breathe

I kill your family as soon as you leave

Im the dirty floor on which you sleep

And my sense of purity is endless deep

FPH 1996

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