Origin Story: The Album #6 [Marina - Keep It Clean] (Patreon)

Lyrics:The light fades in and I open my eyesSlowly get out of bed and give a deep sighTime to start my day, so I better prepareTake a piss, get dressed and brush my hairThis is the only time of day that I can enjoyNo visions of using a cactus as a sex toyCoz there’s peace in my place, no nasty, no sinNo thoughts of rubbing mayonnaise into skinBut when I exit the door, it immediately hitsThere’s my neighbor Carl, who's really into shitSays “Morning, Marina! I hope you have a nice day”And I hold in the barf while I run the fuck awayStep into the elevator, and there’s Mrs. MooreThe sweet old lady from the thirteenth floorShe says “Hi Marina” and leans in for a kiss“No way Mrs. Moore, I know you like to drink piss.”Can't you keep it clean? Just once, be sweetBecause every gaze shows what’s underneathCan’t you crave a hug, or a kiss under the moon?Instead, you wanna see me sit on a balloonCan’t you keep it vanilla? Maybe just today?Nope, you wanna get fingerbanged on the subwayI’d beg for boring, baby, that’s my kinkJust a hot nice guy, with a brain that don’t stinkNow speakin’ of subways, I hop on to the trainTry to shut out all the strangers with filth in the brainBut it’s hard with all the assholes pushin’ and shovin’That guy there only loves girls with a bun in the ovenWith this many people here, it puts me in a moodThere’s a guy touchin’ my ass, who loves to fuck foodNot the food you’d think, not chocolate or whipped creamWhen he fucks, he likes it spicy. Indian cuisine.Head to the coffee shop because I need my hit of caffeineMade by the barista who fucks vending machinesIn the queue behind, a guy who wants to be covered in beesThe three businessmen behind him are all fucking furriesA cute girl passes by as I head towards the exitShe wants to have a shrinking guy fart on her clitGotta get a move on or I’ll be late for my classTaught by a professor who likes honey in her assCan’t you keep it clean? Something nice but funNot paddling my ass red in your dungeonCan’t you want it soft and slow in your bed?Not invisible girls and boys giving you headCan’t you just want love? A walk in the park please?But not the kind that has you on the leashI’d beg for boring, please give me a breakJust a cute hung dude who’s not into cakeIt’s about an hour into class when the boredom hitsBut then a vision of a guy who likes to cum in armpitsThen he’ll lift the girl’s arm and give them a lickWhile my stomach churns because that makes me sickI better not hurl tho, gotta keep in this shitBecause the girl next to him gets horny for vomitSo instead I swallow it down, and jot it in my notepadTess Martin loves puke. Steve Adams down badThe day is over and I try to make it home quickI pass a girl who wants it in the ass by a stretching dickShe wants it so hard it comes back out her mouthI scream and run before things go further southHomeless guy on the corner drinkin’ whisky from the bagI see him bent over, pegged and choking on a gagAsian skater thinks of tentacles as she grinds the half-pipeHoly fuck girl, thanks for adding to the stereotypeCan’t you keep it mild? Something with more class?Not me bending over, blowing bubbles out my assCan’t you keep it chill? Maybe just a little kissNot me calling you slut while you take my whole fistCan’t you keep it normal? Maybe just for tonightNot get off from wiping your dick on the traffic lightsI’d beg for basic, yes that’s what I needAnd so it’s over quickly, maybe superspeedI’m home, order takeout, wait for the delivery guyWhen I answer the door, don’t wanna look him in the eyeHe looks past me and sees my apartment looks bareI glance and see he wants me to use him as a chair

And now I’m cryin’ in my food and my vision is blurryAll I can think of is that guy with his dick in my curryThe voice from below said “Are you ok, Miss Lee?”I said “Fine, Peter, thank you, you’re actually comfy.”

He asks me what’s wrong, I push back tears, open my heartAlright, let me take you all the way back to the startThere’s a lot to go through, you better buckle in’I tell the first time I saw my brother fuck a mannequin

You shouldn't have come in, I’ll soon make you regretHe just smiles, says “I won’t”, asks me to call him his petAlright pet, lick my boots, I give the lowdown on my powerHe listens so well, I reward him with a golden showerCan’t I keep it pure? Go through life with ease?But now I see a collar and get weak in the kneesCan’t I watch a rom-com, feel something sweet?But now I get wet when I hear the word “feet”Can’t I read a book and sip on my green tea?Can’t focus… need it nasty… what happened to me?I begged for boring, now I like it obsceneGuess I lost my mind somewhere in between.