A billion times the sun dies
No one riding his carriage
A whole swarm of fireflies
Dancing the chemical marriage
A billion souls going to sleep
In you lies mine, to shredding
No promises i intend to keep
In this great toxic wedding
A billion lives to waste
No tears or cry will follow
No wine can wash the taste
Of life when it turns so hollow
I miss your eyes
I miss your smile
I miss your body
I miss your heart
I keep missing
I should buy a better rifle.
Felicidade não se compra, se ganha
E eu nunca sei como usar, que nem terno e gravata.
Muitos botões e etiquetas, muitas coisas a combinar
Concessões a fazer, sorriso pra câmera, valsa com a debutante
Copo de algo azedo, tropeções, desconforto.
Vai lá e curte, como sempre. Faço o quê?
O que der na telha, sorrir, pular, dançar. Tem medo de ser bobo?
De se soltar né? De dançar mal, de dizer não, de ficar num canto.
Pode fazer tudo, a vida é uma festa.
Posso não estar de terno?
Não, traje a rigor.
As the first notes sink in like a hex, that old Black Sabbath, i immediately feel, even though i can´t breathe, your smell, of cinema´s chair dark leather, apple tea and strawberry icecream. I can still taste you in my mouth and i keep goin there till i, eventually memorize the whole thing, line by line, what we said, when we said and why. My little cure for pain, i miss it, your taste, have i already said that? Have i said that some dumb fucks think that you are Sweet, perhaps too Sweet? Shit, if they are right girl, i wanna be diabetic.
End of note.
i swallowed a bug today, don´t know which kind
i felt his leaf wings melting in my palate
everything he was bursting in my stomach like nuclear fusion
his existence in time added to my flavors library
like your center, the hardcore of you and the perfect ice cream combo
during summer vacation, what we leave behind
as lighting candles in the haze, that taste of incense in a hippie store
let me taste it again, i became whole while i was there
i wanna be the bug, flying and melting
i wanna die between your legs.