Doente.

O que perdi? A música entra em minha mente, controle desaparece, imaginação voa e tudo volta a ser tão macabro e horrível. Doce aos meus olhos, o toque, o sabor, vivo tudo novamente, estou fadado a continuar nesse ciclo, desejo tudo isso novamente. Eu sou doente.
O destino é traçado quando sinto sua língua na minha, tudo some e esquenta, não sinto meu corpo, apenas o prazer controlando denovo.
Eu sou doente.
Derrepente acordo novamente e quero mais, meu vício me corrói e cansa, quero mais. Não é o suficiente ainda, quero mais. E então...

O que perdi?

Sick Sick Sick - Queens of the Stone Age

Young, dumb, don't see a problem
Bloodshot, stare like a hoodlum
Simple as this, I'm in love with the risk
I know what I've done, but tell me what did I miss
So please don't save something
Waste not, save nothing
Lose the halo, don't need to resist
A lick of the lips and a grip on your hips

Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick
Don't resist

First thing we succumb to
Shout, erase, and undo
Days are unreleased, if there's no release
Please just let me do whatever fits you
Make something, make someone
beg on a knee, baby baby please
Pout your bottom lip while cracking the whip
you know what we want, it's candy to cum to

Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick
Don't resist

Total eclipse
At the tease of the risk
Tongue is a twist
Perpetual bliss
Forever midnight
Forever midnight
Forever midnight
Forever...

Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick
Don't resist
Sick sick sick (I'm gonna say)
Don't resist (I wanted you)
Sick sick sick (I'm gonna say)
Don't resist (I wanted you too)

oh c'mon
c-c-c-c-c'mon
ahhhhh
g-g-g-g-g