wings of rats

For a little, just a little space!
I don't hear, but see it go tired,
Wash my skin and my breasts fill of hugs.
Clog your veins, and my own if necessary!

She saved your taste,
Small plastic soldier.
Cross the Falange, drunk and tired.
Only you and my own thoughts!
You can go,
I can go,
With my wings of rats!

His dry meat,
Cool skin, a scream and the same old words.
Just wait I get my bags and ruin
It retrieves both tired as I am.

Your shots, my bullets, his way, my lines.
Just me and my own thoughts.

I can go,
I can go with my wings of rats!