Pleasure Above

Shit and this brain mine
fall far in the pack behind.

I want to explode I dream
of a woman her scream.

Maybe the sheets will tell
if I or not caught a spell.

Jump with envy be clean
in evil men be machine.

Consume me my thoughts
and take away my cloth.

The stun of the sun begun
and now I pull it on the run.

Mr. Spontaneous call me
I shall sew in the soft sea.

But I will stand tall not fall
what is crooked stands for all.

Put me in history books hello
I need eclipse dry cold snow.

Make me better I know not
anymore who I have forgot.

When I’m in the hands soft
of my love who my sins forgot.

Maybe we made new ones love;
maybe baptized pleasure above.

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