What is this mouth you chose to wear today
These lips curve towards the grave
And those teeth were not as sharp before
Whose mouth are you wearing my dear?
And why
Why can't your lips be consistent
Consisting of either poison or ambrosia
Or at the very least salt water for my voyage
Gushing forth and frothing from between your teeth
Sailing down to the underworld on your current
No need for some paltry guiding star
When the raging roller coaster is in control
But I'd rather have your fluctuating venom
Or just your constant bile
Than to see you lock your lips
And do nothing but smile
So I guess I'm "whipped" and you are free
To walk where you want and have your way with me
And know there won't be any word of objection
Because I guess I won't say this to you and we won't have this talk
As harmony kills honesty
As security leads the dance with what is genuine
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