Toxic Sweet Scent, Goes to my head, making it spin, waiting for your call, knowing its not going to get here, maybe an angel killed it on it's way here, my lonely cellphone. I believe the truth is nothing but a lie, since the cutest guy alive it's capable of murder and the roughest man in the world can be killed by a no one just because he has an extra trigger. The cutes girl alive is a mere technology advance, the greates orgasm in the world was produced by a plastic device that reaches never-felt-before-spots, something so glorious no human is capable of reaching it by the contact with another simple human. In movies we see the real ourselves, something no one was capable of reducing to what they wanted, oh, no that's not true either...
