letra de cycle iii man-machine - anorexia nervosa
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i was to close this strange compendium…
fixed mirror…
this wall where i’ve climbed on to all the night /
the astonishing disarray of the body its shrewd tongue that has just disappeared /
i would have liked
“he has not to do this” …
nothing more was possible /
carnal torture & final stop…
this simple nothing
“set me free” …
pacify my burns /
flight …
reached belly & great smile …