I want more
Such a simple process to a little whore
This perfect injury inflicted on me
Waller in the cess of my tranquillity
Follow me down
Dressed like a clown
I can't wait to be a man
You are what you eat
This perversion's complete
I can't wait to be a man
Be my disease
Be my bride
And on your knees you've already died
You've already died
What you see isn't me
Trying to become what I will never be
I spread, I suck
I've fucked myself enough
Trying to reach down but I've used it all up
Follow me down
Dressed like a clown
I can't wait to be a man
You are what you eat
This perversion's complete
I can't wait to be a man
Be my disease
Be my bride
And on your knees you've already died
You've already died
Become the things they despise
Become the little things they despise
I want more
Such a simple process to a little whore
I spread, I suck
I've fucked myself enough
I can't wait to be a man
You are what you eat
This perversion's complete
How I hate being a man
Be my disease
Be my bride
And on your knees you've already died
You've already died