What are you listening to right now?

I.F.K. - 2-1 We fit together so easily, That we turned into a pair of rusty nails. Now insomnia and boredom Devour the bones of our best days. Love today is Like a bird: without wings, On the floor of a dirty cage. It would have been more honest to Make love for money! For money! No one is to blame, All feelings are a surrogate. Infidelity, substitutions, ecstasy on demand. Like in a nightmare, Everything is against us. Thousands like me, Thousands like you, At the edge: To plunge into the abyss of an unfamiliar soul Or to go alone to the end. I picked you up at the landfill, You danced on the ruins of childhood, With a vagina turned inside out, And a plush pillow instead of a heart. Blind lust boils under the skin. Blood, sweat, and semen have firmly glued us together. You say that we are alike in many ways – I don't believe it! I don't believe it! It's all in the past, but I haven't forgotten anything… And the smell of lies in your hair. If you subtract one from two, The cardboard house turns to dust! I don't want everything to be Like with others: The fleshy exploits of half-children. The roar of passion has long subsided, And the tunnel is empty… Thousands like you, Like me – Unwanted by anyone. Thousands like you, Like me – Forever flawed. Thousands like you, Like me, Fill the abyss