Writhe by Eksi Ekso 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