Ha Ha..charade you are

I wear the mark of the permanent stain

Piele..sarata sub limba..calda..arome..maini disperate pe trupuri fierbinti..minti ratacite..sa ma respiri, sa te simt, sa traiesc secunde tampite ale diminetii..respir soare turbat..fericire marti 13!

You know I heard that I should be ashamed

..  Still you hold your fists in the air screaming my name

You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

And i was a hand granade that never stopped exploding

Fuck you all, this is the last song for the evening

..but for sure i know how to fuck