| I sleep in a chord magic
And awake to hear him play,
I am the essence of humanity.
I represent promiscuity,
Of souls that sick peace
I stand, I am free,
Your body and not charging with faith.
And now tell me how much it is worth your soul
And now asking for money or pleasure,
Dream to cure cancer,
AIDS was something of Yahweh.
I want to be with you
And nurture your mouth,
There are times when the pain sleeps
In a song
I know that love will die decadent,
Ghastly kisses
Quémate in me.
Prince of the sweet soy penalty
And my blood nourishes your being,
Lust of my wings slashing your breasts
And spider your skin,
Drinking, drunk your vices,
Decides, orgasms or love,
The only church that is the lights burning,
Nazareth sleeps on his cross.
I want to be next to you and feed your mouth,
There are times when the pain sleeps in a song
I know that love will die decadent, ghastly kisses
Quémate in me.
Oh Mr King of sadness,
Angel of the sweet pain,
Drink the gall of my mouth,
Blasphemous, come and make me love.
I want to be next to you and feed your mouth,
There are times when the pain sleeps in a song
I know that love will die decadent, ghastly kisses
Quémate in me.
I want to be with you and feed your mouth,
There are times when the pain sleeps in a song,
If you touch my honour, will leave this hell,
Give me your soul do not want morir.x2 |
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