Another Tale

Not A Lovesong
By Frank Peter Hermsen

I believe in the thrill of the hunt

My venes´re infected by the smell of my gun

To sweat to swallow to kill to strike

Is my therapy to protect my rights

I´ll be with you don´t have a choice

I watch you sleeping hear your voice

Your raging against my mind

But I´m the knot in your lifeline

This is not a lovesong

Call me facist spoil my ground

I´m the first and last to be around

I kiss your lips for twenty pounds

And when You explode I will be the sound

I´m the acid air you´ve gotta breathe

I kill your family as soon as you leave

I´m the dirty floor on which you sleep

And my sense of purity is endless deep