Tuesday, November 19, 2013

CHRONIC SHYNESS

It's possible to feel what's in the air
that's real
it runs throughout your hair
black pants
bright like your glossy eyes

rush in the vein
wind of ecstasy owns my brain
I tried to tie my emotion up
but it always wants to explode around
and overpasses the sound

Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?

I'm so surreal
I can sweat out wearing just a blouse
feet, hands, soul, armpits and the ground
when I make love there with a fat, hairy guy

my ass is the worst one
it is sleazy but still stinks and then
I feel the water dropping and stains my jeans
my dream is to wake up dry and t'row out D' spray tan

Biggle, please don't cry
look at the audience in the stereo
sometimes shame is a difficult affair
my problem, in fact, is to care
too much!
too much about the eyes and the fashion
too much thinking about silly passion
too much about bodies and furious hands
I...
I wanna die in front of you
to get my dick sucked, friend asshole
and don't look at the mirror again
Did I make it plain?

I'll never wear a warm sweater
I'll never get to cut my hair (by my own!)
I'll never dress that dress that I wore
when I was alone at home
I'll never have sex while I pee
I promise I'll do the best things for me
and I swear I'll never be called freak
as long as I hold my breath...

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