No gods no managers, a cross upside down
Impulsive regrets with black ink to mend
She sold her soul for diamonds on my side of town

A compass for direction, yet another dead-end
From a fossil 3 lilies did spawn
A lust I could never comprehend

An icon of beauty, Norma Jeane at dawn
The devil wears red, and so was her dress
Persuasive those lips, the gleaming eyes of a con

"Love Life" say the wrists concealing scars of distress
Courageous Koi in the ocean, unsound
Validity buried by actions solely to impress

The sublime and supine stranger surely astounds
Recuerda esa cabrón, why he still want that aroun'

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