Touch me
Do not damage me
Give me some jail
Give all your problems to me
Kill me
Do not forgive me
Embrace my pipe it sounds so good and so tight
This is my depression…cuddle me
This is my direction…follow me
I know that all your verbs are like a prostitute who often presents her own rot don’t follow our black bull
History of passion…history of nonsense
History of a blister, history I need sometimes
Some history I need sometimes don’t untie my wife
A drink and a moan and…all your rope resisting
This type of grumble accustoming my grit
A moment for motherfucker shag
I’ll cut your pains… with bleeding rings
I’ll crown your pregnant hands
Now I need to touch you…
Now I need to love you…
Now I need to collect you…
Now I need to forgive you…
