"...sideways, sometimes, at night
I remember running out...
remember nights I slept...
16 fucking years ago..."
I'm lovin' this age of supermodels
supercandies and superfucks
when you cannot break what is already broken
everyday becomes a matter of luck.
Different eyes. Different ways.
Difference dies once you get laid.
This place could keep on slipping away
everything would taste just like ecstasy.
The close interstate
between Gods and Apes
of blood and of saints
I've lost a line in the scene
if you fall from good
'cause good is to be falling
of hearts and of spades
nothing in here is what it seems...
Make a ghost out of the machine
a plastic girl, a killer queer
the more you taste, the less it means
your lips touching the E.N.D.
Cut your fingers, cut your soul
dream a blacklight dream all alone
stay quiet down the hole
of losts and founds inverse the role
You're comin' here to find
you're livin' on borrowed time
and it's coming back around
without making a sound...