Demasculator

Once again it's a familiar place i'm in,
Better yet to be wasted for the interim,
Full well I know the feebleness of a broken down
Body getting stripped away...

Better yet to be something of an animal,
Maybe low like a dog or something uglier,
When I'm face to face with the reality of masculinity
That's getting stripped away

I'm running from the hell you carved in me
Holding back to hear you scream
One last time so I can sleep...

...Deeper than the sharp pain goes, much bigger the pathos,
The harder to let go of all you damaged egos, it's true
Duty bound to heed the call of always something negative
Never the love you give, it's true
Think of me every time you cry
And when you're alone and you want to die
So that way, I will be always on your mind

Never knew, never thought I could be had
By a sister with a sinister view and nothing deep inside,
Thought I could be the super sensitive guy
Who could ride out the extra mile.
What I caught was the familiar scent of a damaged little pretty
And I whispered that it couldn't be true,
But in the end I knew with you
My heart would get stripped away...

I'm running from the hell you carved in me
Holding back to hear you screaming all for me