Legacy. The handgun. The one she slips right ‘round your tongue. Your hands are tied. Bedpost lies. The love you made is the love you cried. Come to me pulsing free. The hands ‘round your neck feel no sympathy. Too much to drink means a lot less to feel. My eyes go blank. Bring evil to me.
The skin it makes me feel the lies.
It’s the water of homme. Cum for me. Come alone.
German streets. So manny to see. Reeperbahn and the hookers ain’t free. Depression and a suicide. It’s no laughing matter. Cast your life aside.
Pulsing free. She’s teasing me out of my sixty euros. Roads are cold and decent streets. Abandoning my lay.