Obsessed with the worst And not very verbose The least of my sighs Turn metaphysical I have in my heaven Tons of stars Hanging on my wings And down falls the angel Gabriel
Obsessed with the worst A little too physical The desire to quiver Is pharaonic Fed up with asceticism My life is wrapped in darkness For me without the tongue Wihtout s** I get weak
Love is nothing When it's politically correct You like one another You don't even know when you hurt them Love is nothing When everything is sexually correct You get bored You yell for it to stop Life is nothing When it's lukewarm It consumes itself and shakes your In cigarette ashes Life is good It's made of honey When it's acid with dynamite Those who love me, follow me
Obsessed with the worst And not very verbose The least of my sighs Turn metaphysical I have in my head Tons of pirouettes The leap of the angel Doesn't seem strange to me
Obsessed with the worst And not very verbose To share my laughs Rather plutonic I have in my sphere A greenhouse effect My 's boiling I'm seething about everything
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