• when i saw you, i seen you before, in my living room, cutting your legs off.
    when you scream, are a melody for me, shaking your arms, sounding like a beat.
    when you bleed, it makes me feel, that if i stop , your heart i will eat.
    the police call me mad, the girls call me phatan, but i should tell them, heartbreaker i am.
    with your bones i make statues, with your blood i make shakes, but your eyes are for me, chocolates from spain. twisted