my folks told me it was a little world for man with a big heart
that's why they bound it up before the growing could start
my mother was a buzzing swarm of south african bees
married to a chunk of rancid meat that loved to bleed
had figure some things myself but i was free to do as i pleased
cutting strange pictures out of cosmo magazines
then scraping the scissor blade up against the whites of my eyes
you can convince your conscious self it's fine but your body still cries

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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