LYRIC FOR SALE

By Stricken

Fresh buck
Tell me more
Divulge your makeshift mysteries
Offer me secrets pre-revealed
I’ll gulp down your lies
As you forget to listen

Fresh buck
Every stare leaves me longing,
Leaving me falling
Falling for your affection
A derivative of manipulation
That targets my vulnerabilities
Each touch brings me connection
An otherworldly affliction
Taught to be an object
I want to be used
You may be crude
But against my better judgement
I am a fool

My buck
Befouled love
Is all you offer
I’ve had too many of your amazing lies
To deny the truth that engulfs my insides
Mass of oozing flesh I am to you
Where does my purpose lie?
You need me not
But I am used to needing you

Stale buck
Now I see the real view
That amidst all you do
Is sensual intention
But I’m in too deep
Can’t afford dissension
At least that’s what I tell myself
It would have been better to remain blind
I’m just your candy





Stale buck
I feel nothing
Especially in your eyes
Somehow it means I can’t let go
Of this reward you reap and sow
Now I am your dumpster
Plant your seed
Destroy my worth
To fuel your own
fxxx me
Until I am but a doe

My buck
Befouled love
Is all you offer
I’ve had too many of your amazing lies
To deny the truth that engulfs my insides
Mass of oozing flesh I am to you
Where does my purpose lie?
You need me not
But I am used to needing you