That Crazy Water Son

As if "getting it" would ease any of your sole or shared suffering. It'll never happen. Okay maybe, but for short moments only. Sense is so overrated, what have we ever won from it? I say slay them all and lick the blades clean, it's the only way we really talk, pinned under knees; turn your head and close your eyes, it won't make a damn bit of difference. This is the ride, the only forever, but you can say it anytime, and lie all you want. Mas besas, demandas amor.