I wanna be free like the autist named R. Kelly

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

Un jour mon cerveau volera à travers la pièce pour venir dessiner sur la vitre un joli paysage de rouge et de gris.
From heavens I'll watch you squirm
What you call making love
I call it Sperm in the camembert
Because it looks like maggots
Shitting on each other's face for the very first time

Like a virgin
Dead for the very last time...