Eripio

Shivers in my coma
Sloppy coma
Make me all erect
Before I curl up in my sleep
And let's face how all this beauty
Is flowing in me every time
I go and tell my name
Sigh, I will never...
Going in my arm, fill me sweet
Someone cooked coma in the bread pan
Growling out, it’s empty
And its boiling in the steam

There's one last horse of escape
There's one last horse of escape
Who goes there?
You don't feel it, don't feel it...?