Cripple Bastards - Ragman lyrics

Born in your sh**, I can't enjoy the colors of grace and beauty I can't feel anything but this uniform-unfailing sense of nausea... "Her eyes... so lovely That you're askin' yourself how can tears................................ Her body... so perfect That you're askin' yourself how can sh**................................." "Her brain... so empty That I'm askin' myself how can thoughts................................. Her life... so senseless That I'm askin' myself how boring should be.........................." The colors of grace and beauty won't fit in my picture; Diping my brush in your sh** I'll paint a life of kicks Intimidations, self-relegation I'm a ragman and I love my putrid clothes Weared out by thousands generations You're something worst... corrupted perfection; The static divinity of perfumed trash