bit to chew
< 2003-07-02 - 10:45 a.m. >

tattered and torn

i lie in wait, for my fate near dawn

thinking of things to come

bruised hands and bitten nails, with flesh bleeding

this is my bit to chew

this is my dinner for the week

this is my bit to chew

this is my supper

with the heart on the floor

not beating in its own blood

but still, dead, wrecked by you

and time will tell your punishment

this is my bit to chew

this is my dinner for the week

this is my bit to chew

this is my supper

my whore to pay

my grave to dig

my life to waste

this is my bit to chew

this is a bitch to choose