Excuse me ladies and gentlemen laws
Nature too beautiful and too harsh
I have no knowledge of living
Nor even the strange fear of dying
He there is no politics
For me the insect
It is my critical sense
Which infects me
But like an emperor
I have the 'lively and mocking eye
And why not
I laugh at my liver disease
Blood and night are the colors
Of this skin
In which I live
br/>Blood and night are the colors
Of this skin
In which I live:
Argonate cephallotorax blues
Why hide it
My canvas is a piece ge
Who scares children
They say that I sting
Good people
If I am cruel
Sacramental of sacrilege
I am the 'oppressed
What would I have loved so much
To have wings
The sweetness of a ladybug
Even the toads don't dare to bite me
We don't take pleasure
To crush me
Chorus
On reprieve without startles
Without hardened startles
From the top of the cuticle
Pique d 'the tarantula
Gods she is beautiful
Devilishly female
But when I move forward
There she goes backwards
What does she want
That we copulate
I hear grinding
Its mandibles
Ha qual stratège
Sacramental of sacrilege
Love beats its strong
Then she devours me
And why not
Madamde is a necrophore
Blood and nights are the colors
Of this skin in which
I live
br/>On reprieve without startles...
Hardened!!!
Argonate!!
Cephallo-thorax Blues!...

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