Splashing hot flesh magenta Tears on his clay face Set solid in cool breeze Grey skies between slips of grace Concrete and bust logos On corrugated rib cage My heart stopped beating for Awhile some would say They want all of us conditioned Some more aware than others She spattered two-foot traditions Had plenty of lows I was undercover that day Wearing a long coat of beige But commit to my burnt edges And ended up enslaved To the irreversible, a moment in dribble She was lost under God Big women swallow the underdog I took to the last escape pod, I saw her flee Kept bulging, pulsating Was not able to agree Four or five abortions later At the ego centre She flashed hot flesh magenta Chewed the regal placenta All I had in mind was my own agenda I laced my shoes and took to the world Another adventureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
