How does it feel when life's obscure?
Follow that anxiously scents of perfumes.
What if I interfuse to fill every cell
Of that body, destructing yourself?
Know you're special - the one of my kind;
Let's permit game, which'll take us some time.
We're all damned here, the world's too small -
Try, be delicate to another darned soul.
I'll be your beast, without being bad.
Both in the shades of stories, too mad.
Be there some passion, don't promise no pain -
What a price for a touch, driving insane.