Chemically Castrated (Twisted Nerve Case #2)

on a psycherotic rush – my sore is gonna gush
I’ve got no self-control – I must be stopped
before I

roam the streets again – looking for a ’10’ –
and settle for a ‘1’
ravage like a beast – my apprehensive feast –
it only sounds like fun
‘stop, this fucking hurts’ – just wait until it squirts –
you haven’t seen a thing yet
through burning sensation, “thee force” survives,
spreads holy infection, and a case of pubic lice…

can’t use protection, won’t do no good
all is corroded underneath the hood

what I’ve got makes A.I.D.S. into a joke
when I ejaculate the room fills up with smoke
but I must go on, the being must strive
direct transmission keeps the virus alive

superior being thinks for me
I don’t get off on this, can’t you see
I would stop if I had the will
‘remove offender with a shot or pill’

took away my drive but left my pain –
pleasure cannot be attained
beauty at my bedside, desire faded –
no chance for love, I am jaded
chemically castrated