Legião Urbana
Feedback Song for a Dying Friend
Soothe the young man's sweating foreheadTouch the naked stem held hidden thereSafe in such dark hayseed wired nestThen his light brown eyes are quickOnce touch is what he thought was grip'Tis not his hands those there, but mineAnd, safe, my hands do seek to gainAll knowledge of my master's manly reignThe scented taste that stills my tongueIs wrong that is set, but not undoneHis fiery eyes can slash my savage skinAnd force all seriousness awayHe wades in close watersDeep sleep alters his sensesI must obey my only rivalHe will command our twin revivalThe same insane sustain again(The two of us so close to our own hearts)I silenced and wrote
From Letras Mania