Metallica Frustration

Frustration

In my lexicon of hate

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