Linta
And the Scars remained on his legs
Everytime he cutted them
And the wound in his Heart
stopped to bleed for a few hours
Everytime he touched his scarred skin
And the pits on his Arms
He was fellin' some thing
between grandiose and severe
And the Creases on his small Body
blazed his transparent unbodieness
But when the Blood flowed warm
when it streamed ardent
He had laughed again
And the Scars remained on his Shoulders
Where he carried the
Girl of his Fears and his endless Love
Everytime
And when he made love with her
When he fucked her
After hours
He dropped down dead
For a few days
And the Scars reminds him everytime
Grammatikkalisch arg falsch. Ich weiß.
Everytime he cutted them
And the wound in his Heart
stopped to bleed for a few hours
Everytime he touched his scarred skin
And the pits on his Arms
He was fellin' some thing
between grandiose and severe
And the Creases on his small Body
blazed his transparent unbodieness
But when the Blood flowed warm
when it streamed ardent
He had laughed again
And the Scars remained on his Shoulders
Where he carried the
Girl of his Fears and his endless Love
Everytime
And when he made love with her
When he fucked her
After hours
He dropped down dead
For a few days
And the Scars reminds him everytime
Grammatikkalisch arg falsch. Ich weiß.