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Taste In Women

by Wytch Code

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Wytch Code weave a mournful musical spell interspersed with outbursts of intense emotional pain and helplessness in this single about the repeated consequences of an abusive mother's impact on her son.

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You don't need a love
So I can be your dog,
You don't need a friend
So I can be your pet
I'll demean myself,
To make you feel better
If I'm on a leash,
At least we're together

I'm not a real man, no spine or guts at all
It doesn't matter how much you hurt me
I come when you call
You can be with someone else,
And I won't protest, won't raise my head
No barking will be heard from me, while you
Consummate affection on a distant bed
Keep me on the lead, a collar
You don't even need,
Give you all my helpless love
And you return nothing unto me

Maybe its just, my taste in women

Starve me til my ribs all show
Kick me, beat me
I won't go
Pull my teeth, break my bones,
I lie to myself, I am not given, I am owned

I'm just a compliment machine,
A puppet on a string
A child's toy that says,
All the right affirming things
Just twist the knob on me,
And off my heart will go
Praising you forever,
But I often think you know

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released January 24, 2018
Peter J Derksen: Everything

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Wytch Code Edmonton, Alberta

A Bandcamp page for several projects out of Alberta, including Wytch Code, GuroGun, and Orgy Outfits

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