Testo di Worlds

Take away your lofty impressions Hold your own hollow opinions And have a look At your mangled body All that's left are manly possessions You have your little pets All tied up in your attic They serve at your command Available when you panic Sex and pills will never relieve you Hold him close, he'll never stay And you must be out of your mind To believe you deserve any kindness I wish...I could see you the same I wish...I could save you again I wish...could not see you breathe Just the same you are dead