Body bass
Crumbly, feeling my two feet step deep into military moss
Two times, could not compare it to the cross
It was all rastrated, lines and lines and my body feels like ashes
Ashes, crippling debt and a piece of shit around a corner of the street pissing
Night is still a child, old ravageness, though a youth forming and storming and circulating
Sweaty palms, sweaty head, sweaty chest
Craving to feel your perfume again