A/N: KaseyLovesNoOne has returned! Please R&R. No flames, constructive criticism welcome. Thanks.

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Dissention fuels the tension;

the whore without a name

Disgression fuels repression,

consumed like burning flame

BR>

The dice down on the table,

libido at the max.

Loins burn below the navel;

retracing covered tracks

BR>

Where are the fucking morals?

So undependable

And once awake you'll see you're

fucking dispenable

BR>

Black lipstick smeared upon you,

begging for more and more

And it's your fantasy to

become a gothic whore

BR>

Defying and degrading

this life that don't exist

Desperately desecrating

the shrine of massocist

BR>

So where are the fucking morals?

Sweet nothings in my ear!

And once awake you'll see you're

fucked up for life, my dear

BR>

Dissention fuels the tension

Wet pussy fuels your mind

Disgression fuels repression;

maybe another time

BR>

So unilluminating;

free and affordable

Constantly contemplating

whose fucking dick to maul

BR>

What are your god damn morals?

Passed out upon the floor

And it's time you realize you're

a poser gothic whore