You are the most beautiful of the bastards
Living on Earth.
Not satisfied with my skin.
My blood, my bones were following you.
You drowned my eyes in tears,
And filled my mind with mist.
But it happened that we broke up
like a stab in the back.
Bastard!
Bastard!
This message I send you, I hope it hurts you
Like a saxophone single in a minimal slow.
This word I send you, it has been lethal to me
And I hope you will suffer deeply
In you animal body.
This message I send you is the a final balanace,
No frauds, no taxes, the balance of a terrible story.
This word I send you, I am yelling loudly,
Worth my syntaxe, your self-acting smile.
You look outside from your 30 glass walls.
You will marry my body in the undergrounds
You will caress my face which will turn into ice,
And next you will turn the page of your hunting journal.
Bastard!
Bastard!
This message I send you from my hospital bed,
All bleached like Ajax under the morning sun.
I hope it will misalign you, it will run into you like a bullet,
Shooting right in the thorax without killing the animal.
This message I send you, like a final shout,
I read it over, stay calm,
On the digital screen.
Prick me till I die,
Make me reach the climax
Of this lethal story.
Provide me some Anthrax.
This message I send you, I hope it hurts you
Like a single saxophone in a minimal slow.
This message I send you
Is a final balance.
Bastard!
Bastard!
No!
Bastard!