I'm feeling crumpled and scratchy, hard breathing and noisy, less and less moments of desensitivity,I fancy those in my memory, you're a fruit of a violent world, where elegance is the cheapest ball,leave the bankers to what they need,leave the gods to the cunts they breed,money makers make no money, just pick it up from your dignity,what have we done, in bringing you here, as far as Trump and I mean our queers,I'm feeling crumpled and scratchy, hard breathing and noisy,less and less moments of desensitivity,less and less moments of desensitivity,I'm feeling crumpled and scratchy, hard breathing and noisy,Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.