So close your eyes, your Christ is gone The cripple boy that you once knew The charm to make my chosen one The painted lips, skin ripped and torn Come
Quarter slot, the pictures hot You can be so damn ugly Flickering is sickening the show Sexual intellectual Feel so raw, makes me crazy Pocket full of
Who better than me Fall into be seen Draw fire and then Pray quiet, I'm too low Stay down, stay down Cold earth to the ground Too late to be So real
Close your eyes, your Christ has come The crippled boy that you once knew The charmed enigma chosen one With painted lips, skin ripped and torn Come
It never happened, never will It's not a memory There's no way to prove this isn't real Never happened, never You're not a victim, I'm not to blame You
You came to rape me of my intellect I gave you pieces off my pride Lay down naked and play with you Posing quietly looks a lot like me Your fucking pistol
I'm walking this railings edge Just to feel this good And freaky be beautiful you came following me Like I knew you would It tickled my fancy tickled
I want I want I wanted to... You came to grind me into stone Polishing the angled flesh and bone The smallest cut to drain my soul Precious words of comfort
I came screaming down the highway Looking for a place to fly Stopped outside the window It's only in the blood Into the kitchen Found you lying on the
Traduction: Humides. Argent.
Traduction: Occasion, le. Argent humide.
