Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.
I think life is far too short to concentrate on your past. I rather look into the future.
Bodily changes take place, like the thing with the kick.
That's why I survived because I still believe I've got something to say.
I don't believe in dressing up reality. I don't believe in using makeup to make things look smoother.
Dear Pope, send me some hope or a rope.