İ'm a homemade cake.One made out of pieces of glass
And stars' dust ,along with unholy water
Mixed with worms and grandma's peacock's best , softest , most coloured feathers.
İ was left on the backyard , so İ'd get a nice tan from the sun,
But that had been a cloudy day .
My parents ended up displeased with the way İ was looking outside,
Cause it wasn't the way the way they would have liked.
But ,deep inside , my flavour was a sweet one ,
or so said my friends ,
Yet sometimes you could find peebles out of nowhere in the strangely sweet flavoured cream.
My scent was the perfume of the world ,
the scent of the love and forgiveness,
Altogether with shit and rain.
İ love the rain - maybe that's all 'cause zi was born in a rainy day, babe.
İ'ma display my soul as İ want to
. No matter what , İ will stay as me.
It feels good, It feels like a thrill... The thrill of the autumn rain.
