Typically defunct and distinct
my life brings unique impurities
I utter words of lies and wrongness
my life sings inches of truth
I like the things that move
the things that groove
Hot... hard... strong and weak.
Touch my heart with your hands
feel my life with your mind and mouth
entwine your nature with mine
run your races from behind
my songs break your back
my power eats the tracks
spinning around is the life of love
your heart beats my songs from above
artistic and dissolving...
my eternal bionic revolver.....
I sing and I dance
I sleep to your love songs of price
I stumble and weep ...bionic revolver
the outer end
nothing but realistic