a falta de A4

Caaaan you feel a littlelove?
As your bony fingers close around me, longly and spendly; death becomes me.
Heaven, can you see what i see?
Hey you pale and sickly child, you are death and and living reconcilied.
Been walking home a crooked mile.
Paying debt to karma, you party for a living.
What you take won't kill you, but careful what you are giving.
...Caaaaaaaaaaaan you feel a littlelove?
...Caaaaaaaaaaaan you feel a littlelove?
Dream on, dream on.
There's no time for hesitating, pain is ready, pain is waiting, primed to do it's educating.
Unwanted, uninvited kin it creeps beneath your crawling skin, it lives without it lives within you.
Feel the fever coming.
You're shaking and twitching you can scratch all over but that won't stop you itching.
...Caaaaaaaaaaaan you feel a littlelove?
...Caaaaaaaaaaaan you feel a littlelove?
Dream on, dream on.
Blame it on your karmic curse.
Oh shame upon the universe.
It knows its lines it's well rehearsed.
It sucked you in, it dragged you down to where there is no hallowed ground, where holiness is never found.
Paying debt to karma
YOU PARTY FOR A LIVING.
What you take won't kill you but careful what you're giving.
Dream on, dream on =)

Hoje eu vou jantar peixe frito.