A Boy With Roses

Extreme

Another infection, I can\'t breathe
Erotic cloud symphony
In a two-headed dream
Eat macaroni, masturbate at 3 am
Heavy breathing
I wake up coughing and my mood ring is green
I think it means something
I think I\'m falling through symptoms
I think I\'m going to the extreme 
Filthy boy, I love taboo
Bored of this porn I\'m watching
They won\'t kiss
They\'re tarred with the same brush
Well, me
I get freaky 
I\'m really passionate
Hair wet with gel, in my dirty boxers
I\'m bleeding love, stranded in a parking lot 
Nomad, marionette
Like bitches on strings
Running through the city
Ha ha, I\'m clueless
White boy, I never get cold
Rapture in the ritual
Painting on the wall
Bro, I get feral
Not writing poems to real aloud  
I feel wanderlust in lucid dreams
Another argument, we fall out
Stink up the place
Spraying aftershave in the morning
Stay vicious
Stay intellectual 
My life is a horror, but I\'m laughing
Fuck it, I\'m terrible, I\'ll haunt you like a serpent
Staying real, no repenting
I\'ll die like I\'ve lived, in a sky with no limits
Back in 09, rebel without a cause, in another dimension
Sending nudes to Andrew
I just sniffed a bottle of poppers
Taking advantage of the moment 
Yes, I dress up well 
Like a king without a sword 
Send my regards to the eclipse 
Smiling with love 
As rotten images rip through me 
Fuck it
Fuck it
Fuck it.