All over me the shadows of their bodies strong,
And maybe this time something will be wrong,
But I still keep the secret in the perverted thoughts,
Just teach me how to die with all this mess which hurts.
Again with somebody who smells perfume of mine,
Who touches my lips and checking all my lines,
What can I do if I do want to play this role?
Just teach me how to stay this mess with clear soul.
The music of their hearts will kill me, Master!
A Judas kiss through pain inside and my disaster,
Illusion, fantasy, my broken wings somewhere in the corner,
Please, teach me how to live with all this mess, my former.
Master
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