I'm not too hell bend on your cradled views.
I'm not too hell bent on spit shined shoes.
I'm not too hell bend on your broken prayer.
I'm not too hell bent nor do I care.

I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your dirty whore.
Must I constantly remind you
I am not the tie that binds you.
Not your masterpiece or your reward.

Tell me what you want from me.
Tell me what you want me to be.
Self portrait of yourself you see in me. Don't go trying to fix me.
Not a fucking thing wrong with me.
Not some sculpture you can mold out of clay.

I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your dirty whore.
Must I constantly remind you I am not the tie that binds you.
Not your masterpiece or your reward.

I'm not your spitshine.
I am cancer's christ.
I'll make you little whore.
I hope you choke on my own cyanide.
Tastes like cancer on the inside.
Once I rape you, then you'll be pure.

I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your spitshine.
I'm not your dirty whore.
Must I constantly remind you I am not the tie that binds you.
Not your masterpiece or your reward.