Please enjoy a song I recorded sometime in the late 90s, maybe 1998. Of course I wrote all the lyrics and music and played all the instruments. Because that’s what you do when you’re me.
The additional vocals/voices are messages left on my home answering machine. When those were a thing.
You are not a slave.
You are not a fucking slave.2486 5017-6 18509 55
To accept the charges press 1 now.
The more I am made to feel leashed and shaved,
the less I am enticed by the dull warmth.
Radiating your cage, butterflying lice.
Radiation your face, acne price.Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.You might scare people with that message.
It was a good ‘un. Wouldn’t scare no body.The more I am tricked by grandpa thoughts and fleshed bricks,
the less I am willing to forgive the scars.
Wound to lick, skinned up bars,
human ticks, candy jars,
control fix, dysfunction par.Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.You are not a slave.
K, you’re aren’t very commercial but that’s okay.
Fuck commercialization.
Fuck the diabolic clown cauldron, alright.
You are not a slave.You might scare people with that message.
But you are not fucking a slave.
It was a good ‘un. Wouldn’t scare no body.To accept the charges press 1 now.
So does your whore.
The more I am molded with foil and Christmas coal,
the less I am ready for hot pocket guilt.
Redundant scolds, nasal silk,
50s hold, pinball tilt,
coward bold, razor built,
heart of mold, blood of milk.Touch. Punch. Fuck.
Touch me now. Punch me now. Fuck me now.
I am cold.But you are not fucking a slave.
Alias: grahm sexton
Title: FMN
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