HARRA / THE WORM
It came to stay
To expand on the arterial map.
Here it is again, speeding up inside my veins.
It nests in my soul and as it attacks them,
It revives the organs of my body;
I feel tickles in the eyes of the heart,
The amoeba runs in my guts
Exciting my lips, mi hips and my bones,
My sex and the tip of my fingers.
It´s the worm in my guts,
They interbreed together
It´s the lizard of sound
Here it is again, rising fever in my veins,
A shortcircuit in the system
Breathing becomes a difficult task.
Contaminated blood: there´s no possible cure
The more I give, the more it demands.
This all is killing me slowly
It´s no secret
But the feeling´s still there:
This illness is the only lie,
Mortal, beautiful and fucked,
Which makes me believe I´m still alive.
So, you please, fool me again.