Saturday, March 1, 2008

Not Her

Not Her


Get your filthy hands off of her
I don't care what you say
she's mine, and it will NOT happen to her
you won't take her innocence away

If you try, it will be the last thing you do
My fists will fly, the unbridled rage I'll let go
and your face will contort, the blood will distort
I'll be the headlining news on the evening report
but I won't be depicted a champion; a killer still
Prison would be a small price to pay for her safety

DO NOT TEMPT WHAT YOU CAN'T CONTROL

What makes you think you have the right?
who said that this is okay?
you motherfuckers better run away fast
I'm hard on your heels, and
I have yet to get my second wind

I feel the screams, I'm shaking with fury
Infuriated says far too little
Leave my girl alone and grow up
Walk in shoes your own size
leave the work for the men

Her white heart will not be tainted black
You will not make it bleed red either
Just stay away, and it will be fine.


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