I tell fairy tales about you who listen so preciously
You are an insane flower who looks at himself with purple eyes
Correct me if all this is weak
What you do no longer creates attention
Does not involve
This is not real
I compare ideas and light up the stars
There is a Christ who bleeds and looks at us with anger
It's as you know I think you're guilty. he's a god who bleeds, who bleeds
And I think I'm abnormal, well I don't know
Do you see me? Are you afraid? Do you think I'll use you? uuuuuuuuuu