Music

What I have I do not want to lose, but
Where I am I do not want to stay, but
Those I love I do not want to leave, but
Those I know I do not want to see anymore, but
Where I live I do not want to die, but
Where I die I do not want to go to,
I want to stay where I never was before.

Strange to be exiled / From your own sex To borders / That will never be / Home
Strange to meet you / On the other side / Of the looking glass / In a long distance / Call Strange to be told / Migrating birds / Crossing borders / Will always be / Strange

Into my body
I inject their hormones
I play dress-up
Live in their world
I’m none of them
Nor am I otherwise
Nor am I nothing
I’d prefer not to
Rimbaud nomads in our bodies
A Trojan Horse in the men’s room
Never read On The Road

Strange to be exiled / From your own sex / To borders / That will never be / Home
Strange to be told / Migrating birds / Crossing borders / Will always be / Strange
Strange to be exiled / From your own sex / To borders / That will never be / Home
Strange to be told / Migrating birds / Crossing borders / Will always be / Strange

Volcanic kisses
Black bird witnesses
Whistling the night out of the dark
Lovers hands in the moon light
Doors open
Pray for my perineum

Skin and dildos
With curious desires
Timelessness turns from pale to plastic
I wear a crown of holes
Pelvic blooms
Pray for my perineum

Oh, come to my assistance
your insane hands
Moonlight cactus where I bend and pray
Dandelion Lovebites
Oh oh oh
Pray for my perineum

Your leg around my neck
Like an anaconda
Deep in the cinnamon and fig
May my sins live forever

Listen to me now
I am your perineum
I am singing out
from the triangle region
I am working on
some pathetic rhymes
To become popular
Spoil me
Pray for me
Kiss me
Your perineum