Una canzone che cercavo da secoli:
I can't feel 'cause I'm numb
I can't feel 'cause I'm numb
What's the worth in all of this?
Sing to me
So what's the worth in all of this
If the child in your head
If the child is dead
Sing to me
Accompagnata dalle giuste parole, che assumono un significato diverso:
Our only response was
to keep on going and fuck
everything. Pile misery upon misery,
heap it up on a spoon and dissolve
it with a drop of bile, then squirt
it into a stinking purulent vein
and do it all over again. Keep on
going: getting up, going out,
robbing, stealing, fucking people
over, propelling ourselves with
longing towards the day it would
all go wrong. Because no matter
how much you
stash or how much you steal, you
never have enough. No matter how
often you go out and rob and fuck
people over you always need to get
up and do it all again.
