Obscene
(Nicod-Clément / Grimind)


Ropes of heat have tied up the air around has fallen lacy night and purring streets lights swing my pen is bleeding in my hand and I am feeling thrill in me ropes of heat in the air facades moan and pavement sighs rain flows and gutter floods and I can feel the bliss in me and I am swooning with love for me I’m obscene I’m obscene I’m obscene…