Taboo
I don’t know what I did,
other than peal my rind.
Aside from that,
what was my crime?
Not too long ago,
I was Samuel Adams,
leading my tea party.
Now I’m nailed to a crucifix,
with a crown of thorns,
warping around my cranium,
and impaling my skin.
Adding up to my ticket to exploitation.
I bit the fruit,
allowing its juice to consume me.
I swopped spit
kissing a girl.
Let’s face it,
my heart burst out of its cage,
and bounced away from you.
I’m no virgin to your standards,
and your standards make you a whore for fear.
other than peal my rind.
Aside from that,
what was my crime?
Not too long ago,
I was Samuel Adams,
leading my tea party.
Now I’m nailed to a crucifix,
with a crown of thorns,
warping around my cranium,
and impaling my skin.
Adding up to my ticket to exploitation.
I bit the fruit,
allowing its juice to consume me.
I swopped spit
kissing a girl.
Let’s face it,
my heart burst out of its cage,
and bounced away from you.
I’m no virgin to your standards,
and your standards make you a whore for fear.
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I really hope I didn't sound too full of myself.