I try, I'll try
To make things sound fine
But you keep f*cking with my head
You keep f*cking with my head
I don't want literature
I just want semi-erotic poetry to get myself
Horny
I don't wanna talk
And I don't wanna scream
That Franz Kafka never had a dad
And I identify with that
We can go to bed
We can have good sex
I don't want to say or do the things till it's the end
We can go to bed
You can sleep through your shit
I don't want to say, don't want to say
Don't want
We can rent a house
You can pay our bills
You can have some kids and you can now sleep well
I'll be human
I'd be inhuman