Lusting For Affection Lyrics

	He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young
	His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind
	Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent
	Mother just sat there watching the
	TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn’t love her if she died he wouldn’t care
	So now he’s so cold with no emotion
	And no one matters
	All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion (He feels nothing)
	Day to day lusting after flesh
	Feeling satisfied with penetration
	All the girls in his mind
	Fantasy merely postpones his wrath
	Acting out, soon follows
	Walking dead women waiting to die
	Fingernails embedded deep into flesh
	Straddling his body gyrating slowly
	Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently
	Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time
	Digging through her garbage, searching for something
	Picking through remnants of her daily patterns
	Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night’s dinner
	His heart growing fonder with every load he takes
	Dreaming of what is to come for this girl
	Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis
	Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence……..her sorrow
	His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive……..she’s his
	His collection now nearing completion
	He knows everything
	His parents are blamed, his misperception
	They created his problems
	His mind is feeble, like a rape-machine
	Sex is what drives him
	His first is special, and so beautiful
	She doesn’t know what’s coming…….

	He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young
	His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind
	Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent
	Mother just sat there watching the
	TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn' t love her if she died he wouldn' t care
	So now he' s so cold with no emotion
	And no one matters
	All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion He feels nothing
	Day to day lusting after flesh
	Feeling satisfied with penetration
	All the girls in his mind
	Fantasy merely postpones his wrath
	Acting out, soon follows
	Walking dead women waiting to die
	Fingernails embedded deep into flesh
	Straddling his body gyrating slowly
	Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently
	Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time
	Digging through her garbage, searching for something
	Picking through remnants of her daily patterns
	Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night' s dinner
	His heart growing fonder with every load he takes
	Dreaming of what is to come for this girl
	Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis
	Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence.. her sorrow
	His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive.. she' s his
	His collection now nearing completion
	He knows everything
	His parents are blamed, his misperception
	They created his problems
	His mind is feeble, like a rapemachine
	Sex is what drives him
	His first is special, and so beautiful
	She doesn' t know what' s coming.

	He was a young man, his life just begun but never felt young
	His parents hurt him, and stole his childhood beat it out of his young mind
	Dad was a veteran and alcoholic and so violent
	Mother just sat there watching the
	TV her only words hate she paid no notice to him he couldn' t love her if she died he wouldn' t care
	So now he' s so cold with no emotion
	And no one matters
	All that he can feel, merely physical he thinks that is emotion He feels nothing
	Day to day lusting after flesh
	Feeling satisfied with penetration
	All the girls in his mind
	Fantasy merely postpones his wrath
	Acting out, soon follows
	Walking dead women waiting to die
	Fingernails embedded deep into flesh
	Straddling his body gyrating slowly
	Soft hair flows over ripe breasts swaying gently
	Her screams of ecstasy, not fear this time
	Digging through her garbage, searching for something
	Picking through remnants of her daily patterns
	Discarded tampon, telephone bill stub, last night' s dinner
	His heart growing fonder with every load he takes
	Dreaming of what is to come for this girl
	Her broken ripped flesh, swollen on his penis
	Upon his discovery of her depressive state of existence.. her sorrow
	His attention to her growing stronger, more obsessive.. she' s his
	His collection now nearing completion
	He knows everything
	His parents are blamed, his misperception
	They created his problems
	His mind is feeble, like a rapemachine
	Sex is what drives him
	His first is special, and so beautiful
	She doesn' t know what' s coming.

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