Feliks Derbarmdiker YOUR FINGERS TRACE A LINE I like words I prefer making them I absolutely derive pleasure from hearing them Metaphor-made me I want you to rain on me I forgot my umbrella Soak me through 'Til the threads I won't be different I won't change my eyes Black passion Rotten dream, inspire me Give me your freckles on loan I'll forget the words I'll forget to breathe Good morning, strange life And what if you're true? First in command Second to none Big red hair Quiet and warm Kneading my strength Saving something for someone for later Apricot mine, turn your glance to me I plead and you give (Reciprocating spirits) Unfold your wings, white swan... * * * * * Shitting on people's heads What have you to say for yourself, bird? You fly without a fucking care Flap your damn wings into everybody's business, Like a stupid motherfucker Go get some bourbon And crawl up the curb Like the dope that you are. Go fuck yourself, and don't bother me.