I have no excuse,
It’s inexplicable,
Even inexorable. Mm …
It’s not for the ecstasy;
It’s that existence,
Without a little of the extreme,
Is unacceptable.
I’m excessive,
I like when it goes off the axis,
When it all accelerates,
I stay relaxed.
I’m excessive,
When it all explodes,
When life shows itself,
It’s an exquisite trance.
For some it’s too much, others it vexes,
There are those who demand I come back to the axis.
Some say it’s a complex,
And there are those who get excited by all those Xs in the text.
I’m excessive,
I like when it goes off the axis,
When it all accelerates,
I stay relaxed.
I’m excessive,
When it all explodes,
When life shows itself,
It’s an exquisite trance. (Yes.)
I’m excessive,
I like when it goes off the axis,
When it’s all exaggerated,
I stay relaxed.
I’m excessive,
Excessively happy, excessively sad,
It’s then that I exist.
Mmm, no excuse, no excuse …