The Night C Minor Crack My Bones Well

I'm filthy and guilty

and I swear it's not

a joke. We've heard

sluggish grief in the

end of our laughter.

In C minor we trust

can find out a high

level of pain until

my bones cracked.

We have a bunch

of lust and your lips

is a bow that clean

our body in bossa

and we just play it

in MP3.

In C minor we find

a love that was a

subliminal sickness.