Don’t wanna get involve. Will destroy.
I’m bending and crawling with my face in your ass.
I see infinite here.
The hole is bigger, I’ll make it sticker.
One more cigarette and rotten I’ll become.
Feel I’m an exhibition.
Vision. Blind. Paralyzed. State odyssey.
Incision. Kind. Stabilized. Good to see.
My hands grab your will. Come down.
With silence the noise is found.
Your chicken head comes out of the rooster.
I’ll chip it with and empty the platinum medal.
An earning feeling within my soul
Like a step to a perfect gold.
I feel an ecstasy pump inside the brain.
Hilarious jump backs remains.
Let the sun raise your face and inside you’ll embrace!
Love sustained in glass is like kissing your goddamn ass!
Acoustic birds within my world
Like a step to a perfect soul.
I pick the phone, I call my own, no one’s home.
I feel an ecstasy pump inside the brain
As disco volante’s my oxygen rain
I pick the phone, I call my own and no one’s home.
I pick my own, I call my home and no one phone’s.
Vasco Pompaelo
A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide
