And as if unnoticed by anyone
Crimson dripping down on goosebumps
Why do you want? a new punishment
I just want to let the sweet scent that's hanging in the air
Play around a little, you see
Someone, hurry! Shoot through me!
Show me the gunshot wound, pierced right through; like a gaping hole
Crush the grip that's covered all over with thorns
With a bullet like a bud that had been immature until now
Let me shoot through the soul
Drench you with rose!
My mind, that plunked down a large stack of money and [still] feels jealous
In a part I can't see even now
A chameleon standing on the edge, searching for meaning
Do you think so? I want to let the gunshot sound
I'm roaming around and don't have any answers
Am prone to ever recurring dialogues
Pierce through those tormented aesthetics!
Call me, the muzzle approved, almost bursting out
Crush the grip covered all over with thorns
Piling up now, in the gorge between concepts and desire
Let me shoot through the heart
Even redder than a rose
Can you kill me again? I'm tired of walking
The road of thorns; the weakness of this me,
If you could just blow it away it would be way
Easier to LIVE for my gun as well
Show me the gunshot wound, pierced right through; like a gaping hole
Crush the grip covered all over with thorns
With a bullet like a bud that had been immature until now
Let me shoot through the soul
Drench you with rose!
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