Frustration
   In my lexicon of hatea
   I see you with your portraiture
   Does he love you?
   Does he love you too?
   
   The brush strokes
   Kiss your breasts and toes
   I cry icicles in my stein
   The heartbeats flutter
   With an abnormal rhythm
   
   The pain shoots through my body
   A sword between my thighs
   I wish that I could kill you
   But I too love your eyes
   
   You’re feeling less whore but you stimulate
   The hatred smolders in your eyes
   I’d drop to my knees in a second
   To salivate in your thighs
   
   But all I do is fall over
   I don’t have the strength I once had
   In you and your prickless lover
   And his easel in his eyes
   
   I feel the pain creep up my leg
   Blood runs from my nose
   I puke my guts out at your feet
   You’re more man than I
   To be dead to have no feeling
   To be dry and spermless like a girl
   
   I want so much to hurt you
   I want so much to hurt you
   I want so much to hurt you
   Marry me
   I want you as my wife
   
   Spermless like a girl
   More man than I
   More man than I
   
   Frustration
   In my lexicon of hate
   You’re feeling less like a whore but you
   Stimulate
   
   All I do is fall over
   I don’t have the strength I once had
   All I do is fall over
   I don’t have the strength I once had
   
   I want you so much to hurt you
   I want so much to hurt you
   I want so much to hurt you
   I want you as a wife
  
   Frustration is my lexicon of hate
   Frustration is my lexicon of hate
   Fru… fru… frustration, my lexicon of hate
  
   I cry icicles
   Heartbeats flutter
   Abnormal rhythm
  
   I wish that I could kill you
   But I too love your eyes
   I want you as my wife
   I want you as my wife
   Spermless like a girl
  
   Lucky in feeling
   More man than I
   Marry me, marry me, marry me
   I want you as a wife
   Spermless like a girl
   Puking my guts at your feet
   More man than I
   Fru… fru… fru… frustration
   Frustration