Testo On The Sun

My thirst is my sorrow
nothing seems to be worth the look of my eye
Everything lies
everything stinks
It stinks of lies
Sense and fortune and beauty
it's all a fucking fake
Nothing seems to be worth the look of my eye My thirst is my sorrow
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Everything lies
everything stinks
It stinks of lies
it stinks of lies
Don't you smell the odour of the flourishing and unadmited decay
I'm always on the run from myfuckingself
I'm too afraid to find myself
There's nothing I thought of as much as of myself
And still there's nothing I know less about