Saw her at Go kissing girls, what a shock I said you must be an artist She muttered her reply, I was judging her friend As the DJ played a dead jam No
Cato, play with my head I won't know the difference If we're living in the novelist Or statistician Cato, mess with my concepts My inner vision Like
Those with the golden axe have tried to tell me What they say That the bird in my chest was dead But that's never, never, never She ain't my thug no
Nihilists with good imaginations I am satisfied hiding in our friend's apartment Only leaving once a day to buy some groceries Daylight, I'm so absent
How you wanna tag my style I am so superior How you wanna hate a thing When you are so inferior How you wanna mess How you wanna mess my spotless interior
I'm in a crisis, I need help Come on mood shift, shift back to good again Come on mood shift, shift back to good again Come on be a friend Nina Twin
The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out, it melts the snow
I spent the winter on the verge Of a total breakdown while living in Norway I felt the darkness of the black metal bands But being such a fawn of a man
You're no different from the prints that crease the wires Or mosquitoes that now operate on her brain Thought that if I sank the seine I might find you
My, my, you busted me Like a Robocop, strike me With your riding crop I'm forever going celibate tomorrow Tonight like success knows no shame Oh no,
We just want to emote 'til we're dead I know we suffer for fashion or whatever We don't want these days to ever end We just want to emasculate them forever
She says I'm boring her camera It takes more to delight the cadaver Night eyes on icy patrols Your's were not so Nazi feline Mine were as dead as monks
s blood And it's cruel attraction White kite fauna, do you feel? White kite fauna, this is real White kite fauna, do you feel? White kite fauna, will
Traducción: Escolha K. Kite Fauna Branco.
Traducción: Rosendo. Vida Selvagem.
con cara de boba baila sin parar, un critico me dice que mi ultimo disco no esta nada mal, la rubia de bote me ensena el escote me aoga en sudor, tanta fauna
: (The surrealists were just) Nihilists with good imaginations I am satisfied Hiding in our friend's apartment Only leaving once a day To buy some groceries
: The past is a grotesque animal And in its eyes you see How completely wrong you can be How completely wrong you can be The sun is out; it melts the