Trainmusic

Rivulets ran up her spine, those virulent affections
Pay no attention to the undue digression
Mixing you back and forth in a waveform progression
Their denial might be protection but it's also a weapon.

My cake tasted like blood when I won it
Achy rusty and no correction from it
Dastardly bastard, the inebriate's a hit
Smile sideways you son of a bitch