(introducing the perfect handbook to self-defamation)
Inside out of your corpse
Emotions won’t change
Another dull rose wastes its thorns
Let me ill-treat my casual vehicle of lust
Young dead meat here to regenerate cum.
Queues of dazed slaves claim their weekly dose – inside out , inside out
Who ends to lead the game / who does the supine whore today – inside out , inside out
We made it a convenience, grew & spread a psychosis – inside out , inside out
Anesthetic has been injected / beasts look resigned and emptied – inside out
Inside out of your corpse
No-one can show us what’s better or worse
Comion and dignity, shall i give a shit
Or just train my metabolism to this steroid-fueled society
Buxxx in advance / make room to the next cock – inside out , inside out
You’re a mouth to be shut, never worth of being heard – inside out , inside out
Me. on the route to erase feelings that no longer fit – inside out , inside out
You. just bend your head, turn my savings into white hot drops – inside out

P.s.: 27 year old. addicted to prostitution
A double edged fall into ethical perdition

Can’t you see, i have yer cunt printed on my face.
I’m fucked and gone / lost like the shittiest junkie in his suicide mission to planet dope.
If you want something to meditate about, wonder how and why did i come to all this.
Like sperm under water when it curdles, in cholesterol-clots runs this magic virus of frustration
I feel it inside my veins: think of blood slowing down to a jam-like consistency. heavier.
Can’t you see… in this squallid micro-infinite paradise of opportunism
Where all humans are motive of disillusion, you women play the unlucky role of…
*** cash converters ***
Any complaints? kick my face and let’s see who’s fucking who.