Breath Control Testo

So let❝s be done with this. You said ❝I want you, I don❝t want another, I want a girl who knows how to suffer.❝ Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you❝re in the middle of someone terrible and you❝re carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It❝s more than you can hide, more than you can manage. I❝m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you❝ll be the last one. I❝m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She❝s gone a bit blue around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you❝re just looking for a clean sleep. She doesn❝t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You❝re so rocked and wrapped in anguish, some little tragedy I❝m slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I❝m butcher, now you❝re bone. I❝m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I❝m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you❝ll be the last one. It❝s documented, tequila scented. You want a girl who❝s pale and bled, you want a girl who❝s easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn❝t hurt just a little bit boy. Come on, copy, she doesn❝t read you, she fed, fed the hand that bit her, she doesn❝t need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black boxes. Life doesn❝t mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I❝m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you❝ll be the last one. I❝m done, I❝m through.