The Circus

There is my blood that still prays for all our real things that sow contradictions

Contradictions pick my brain for the time (x3)

I'm dreaming it's mine

There is a picture in my veins there is a picture in my veins that slowly transformed,

hear me I'm dying in a fucking necrophagous strip cartoon, louder I scream!

Ready! That's enough daggers!

Clapping! Drugs are my fortress!

Fuck you, I enjoy the blow it's the only unisex medicine about prose

Oh yes, reality is a circus, anyhow…

Come here, there is gourmand's attraction…

anyhow…

I'll fight our detachment's clapping clown

There's a picture on my skin there's a picture on my skin that seems like a dragon

Black, exciting sleeping biff Fucking black beast, life without colours, squashy sleep- ing dick hey prop!

Heroine's a craving bud fucking heroine is a criminal, mongoloid devastation…

is the cots lull my god Is my flying life; blood; fucking renewal, material of my rug!

I think life is short, time is a dustbin;

god the father is only a written word…

I'll see a lot of luxury around that breed but into itself, yet reigns a throne

…of the dressed souls, fuck you I enjoy…

I think life is short, time is a dustbin;

god the father is only a written word…

So my confession is my pain

Any vein works out problems, probably my girl's bitter honey