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My Prize, My Punishment

from Desire Rites by Sieben

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My prize, my punishment

You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up. Now I’m just fucked off, not fucked up, like you. You swore you’d fuck me, fuck me up. You virulent cancer – infecting canker.
But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate. But another song, an extra notch, and a brand new sound that goes ‘you’re worthless, second-rate, spitting pain, spreading hate.

Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power.
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower desperate for some power.

Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you) - a fetish to fit, a perfect collar for your psychosis. Your violence-anger-sex distorted (sorry for you) - a fetish to fit, a captive dominatrix,

hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured.
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured.

Serial-killer material. (As if!) Abused trainee-abuser, you cum-soaked user. Serial-killer material. (They’ll catch you!) Abused trainee-abuser, your pitiable nature -

hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured.
Hour upon hour, a fucked-up flower scared. Devoured.

There, there - all said, all done - my rite, my song, these thoughts, this hate…
with the snap of finger and thumb, are gone. Are done 

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from Desire Rites, released July 10, 2020
Written, performed and produced by Matt Howden at Redroom Studio, Sheffield. P+C Redroom Records (Original CD release on Trisol/Iceflower) 2007

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