[Illume]

I loved the whole sight of her in small whites,
More than that ... I loved our whole life.
But any man would look at this broad in a raw light,
Like rubbers are all tight; to covet is alright.
All in all spite wasn’t even a factor,
Haters’d f*ck my b*tch just to be with her after.
Believe me Ive asked her.
And after, I blasted her with a .44, closed her casket with her corpse,
Left her in plaster with the hordes of bodies under my floorboards,
I mourned for a moment, then felt a remorse after,
For mournin the cause of my conflict, then carried on course - "b*st*rd".
Of course I was wrought with aggression, haunted, molested.
Learned suppression, swerved into porn and depression,
Psychotic expressions forced with intellect present but lessened.
There's no way to repress enigmatic protestings.
It was like a kick in my d*ck with a lump in my testes.
The c*nt is testing me, Im gettin punched in the testes,
Identity pending - don't know anymore if I like me,
Vest on my chest while I'm shot by my psyche.
Justifyin myself, tyrrany, tyrant, "youre lyin!"
While the eye of my mind jabs a pen in its iris.
I like to think the love of my life loved me or liked me,
But this f*cked up psyche's all thats left to define me.