Scream on the curtains
Start the second round, awaken
From being a virgin
Hips or lips – it matters not
Sipping the burdens
Twist yourself around my twisted
Mind going further
Think today that is my stop

 [bad word] over
They will never bloom in spring and
So will my boner
Overdriven by a sin
Back to the blueboard
Takes a second to revive the
Ghost of tomorrow
Leave the cellar door behind