A penny for your dirty thoughts
A pin for your cheating lips.
If a picture’s worth a thousand words
I hope your counterfeit canvas rips.
Until you know what it feels like
Your glossy, plastic eyes will stray.
Toward any strange, skirted target
So I’m taking your buttons away.
When you cheat, it feels like poison
Eating away at my soul and guts.
So tonight I’ll dip you in acid
After covering your limbs in paper cuts.
Compassion is hard to come by
Without experiencing some suffering.
And since I can’t teach you that lesson in person
I’ll settle for ripping out your stuffing.