Writhe Lyrics

No taste for harlots/cherubs
I preferred
Anonymous clerk girls
Not one spared

Lusterless black/red locks
I preferred
Gold toppled fair girls
Surnames tied to fortunes

They came in droves
Each with a space
In line for fraud
First to be slain,
Mimicked, replaced
Mimicked, replaced

We all can't wait
To mimic and replace

I'd love her to run but she wouldn't dare
Instead she just writhed, cold fucking vixen