Less Like Human

Born again virgin just to slut yourself again
Maybe if I kiss your neck and shout in your ear you'll recognize my voice
It's deep and blunt
And you can attach yourself to it
You're the problem here skipping down a four lane highway
Eventually to be hit by a lovesick truck
The taste of blood is fresh on my lips
I can taste your salt like you can taste my spite
I hope all the love you get is caught in a condom
And all the lovers you meet get caught in your bullshit