THE SWEET SOUND THAT ACCOMPANIES YOUR DURING THE DAY…
YOUR MYSTERIOUS AMBIGUITY…
THE UMBRIDLED DESIRE TO KNOW YOUR VICTIM…
THE FANATIC TASTE TO WEAR THE SUITS OF YOUR VICTIM…
IF YOU TOUCH IT , YOU’LL BECOME HIM…
IF YOU TOUCH IT , HE WILL BECOME YOU…
HIS BLOOD FLOWS AMONG YOUR FINGERS
IT’S SO RED…IT’S SO HOT…IT’S SO DENSE…
IT REMEMBER THE CHERRY TURT JUST COOKED BY YOUR MOTHER
IN FACT YOU TASTE IT…
INSANE…YOU ARE INSANE!!!
WHO KNOWS IF YOUR BLOOD WILL BE THE SAME???
ENOUGH TO TRY…!!!