Оригинален текст
kissed inhibition goodbye. she blankly stared, understandably scared. in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. cr*pshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale. not one red page. dreams plead rage. she blew the conch of my consciousness. my futile distress call. up in the downfall. but the well's drying out now. cr*pshoot for the crown.