| Friendly criticism? I just wrote this, tell me what you think and be completely honest:
Princess monoxide aspirin stink,
She's the pig whose wine I drink,
Six shiny shotguns by her side,
Her ovaries washed in cyanide.
Drowns in mother's acid bath,
And I can only laugh,
I'll slut you in half,
I'll slut you in half.
She chokes on herself in her sleep,
Her cancer daughters in her keep,
Flowers rot so quick in her presence,
Everything dies and rapes and ferments.
Beauty secrets not so nice,
Rotten is her only vice,
Has no edelweiss,
There's no edelweiss.
I want to turn it into a song, and I was thinking that I might layer sounds of women orgasming and screaming over the guitar solo. Very faint so you can barely hear it, though. |