gmc

I don't give a shit
For such stupid questions
That don't lead me
To marvellous paths
Extasy feelings
Or murdering climax

I won't pay a single dime
To hear answers
About the sex of angels
Or the universe hypothesis
Or even my name on a rope
Climbing down the rainbow

Just gimme some rocks
To brush my eyes
With the smell of incense
The taste of steel and vinegar
The famous easy touch
Of the happy genocide