Текст песни: Babelogue + перевод

I havent fucked much with the past, but Ive fucked plenty with the future.

Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls Ive

caressed.

A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure.

I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the p.a.

Some nights Id surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net

sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.

The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldnt bear

to use it.

When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil,

and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche lies beneath

this netting of the skin.

I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun.

I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. in heart I am a moslem;

in heart I am an american;

In heart I am moslem, in heart Im an american artist, and I have no guilt.

I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin.

The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce.

We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore.

He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to god.

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