The Fridge

I slowly cut my eyes, handing them to you. Listen and find a way to look up to You. And I also slash my ears, Giving them to you. Tell them you've made us fierce. Leave the violent clear. Never sleep, my heart putting you in it. You will always be my part. Listen how it beats. I'm not the only one, probably not the last Who makes you rich, full of my guts. And I slowly cut my eyes, handing them you. Listen and find a way to look up to You. And I also slash my ears, Giving them to you. Tell them you've made us fierce. Leave the violent clear. Never sleep, my heart putting you in it. You will always be my part. Listen how it beats. I'm not the only one, probably not the last Who makes you rich, full of my guts. For your one and only kiss, I will disappear. That is my final wish. Lying in gasoline, I would offer sand my tongue Only for your glance. About to be a dead good man without you. I can check your body cells. I'm leaving behind you. Thank hundreds of homeless dogs and soulless rats. I'm not a fast one, probably not the last Who makes you rich, full of my guts.