the spiral staircase we descend is dimly lit
our voices echoing the sound of wet cement
the outline of your body like porcelain
stumbling forward into the blackness
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
down in the basement with the placement of police men on the chase ticketing the weak men
we don’t give a shit, just throw it in the waste bin, every time I fake belief that a ghost can
haunt with a vengeance in the absence of a reason to pursue fate to the end ascending to heaven is
the worst penance just to get sent back down to the bottom
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
I prod you like a child fingers mud
with some twisted dirty glee so curious
and deep inside I know that it’ll take
more than soapy water
to get you off
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your scorn
take me down to the bottom
let me feel your warmth
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