Love feelings. Prostitution feelings
Purchase of semen at a gene bank
Blood relations destroyed. The grade of child
Let's make it tonight. The most wonderful masterpiece
Hard trance. Scrape away at the heart
Won't even give me an opening to dream
Typed small in the corner of the screen
[ I want to become a singer ]
*The future I saw in a dream is a strange
Clattering world where you don't need ears
The sound of tyming. Myself after metempsychosis
Tied up as much as the wiring
I've been tied up since the time I was born
Not even knowing who my real parents were
Even though I have hands and feet my freedom doesn't work
I'm just like a dress-up doll
Slowly I began to know the dirtiness of adulthood
Occasionally I resist but
Children who don't listen to what is said get put aside
Abuse! It hurts! Abuse! It hurts!
*repeat
The Dharma fell down. The Dharma fell down
The puppet fell down
** It's dangerous outside. Play inside dear
Don't play. Supply your IQ
Dinner tonight is fish eyes!
Don't you dare leave your desk!
I put the rope I bound to the ceiling around my neck
And kicked the chair away ...fell down
*repeat
The observation in the corner of the room to the big
monitor in the kitchen
Electric chair, remote control, when I sleep
I will die...
**repeat
duminică, 29 martie 2009
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