Os loucos às vezes se curam. Os imbecis, nunca. Oscar - TopicsExpress



          

Os loucos às vezes se curam. Os imbecis, nunca. Oscar Wilde. Im a larva wrapped in silk Im dying in burning flesh Let me out, let me ache! Let me out, let me ache and itch Get me out of this suit! I go to a funeral every day I follow these people around I follow these people like a rats tail I carry their caskets I sing them goodnight Theyre better off without me Beauty is poisonous Disruptive Heaven must be an iron rose Unfolding Let me in Let me out Let me in! Let me out This is a retirement From plumbing the veins of rats and kings Let the stars be my eyes Unchain the knuckles and latches Unbutton my wrists My skin so thin you can see black holes within My eyes so clear they light up the sky And sometimes Ill bend into the silicone veil And enter this world again as a ghost Beauty is poisonous Disruptive Heaven must be an iron rose Unfolding Let me in Let me out Let me in Let me out Let me out https://youtube/watch?v=MyeFciT03i4
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 01:21:50 +0000

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