2018.02.18.
Fags
I want to die in a disco fulled of fagsI want to die drinking wine direct from a cask
I want to die in the precise instant when a girl says it to me
I want a dumb death, those that nobody can explain
And I would pass to make part of a huge collective
People that don't work either on business days nor holidays
And I would forget the things that have hurted me
People that cannot control themselves and act in a strange way
I want to die in the claws of a omnipotent being
I want to die with the open arms and present corps
I want to die in a confere in front of a speaker
I want to sing dirty songs in the death's arms
It's supposed that the life is not so strident
Mom is wrong and the books lie
Mom is wrong and the books lie
Mom is wrong and the books lie