All The Trouble

All the trouble comes out of seeing limitations
where indeed there’s only truth of imagination.
I like scum-sucking and all it means,
I love your lovely sexiness and your horny grin.
And your horny grin.

Too many people seem to be so clean.
It’s all lying and cheating the sexy dream.
Sex and violence open the essence sometimes
of a life without pretension.
Of a life without pretension.

Religion and the laws of hate
are the same ugliness that blames aggression
to be the wrong and cruelty
the something for the blessed.

A time must come for all to see
there is no greater mystery
than to be with you alone:
a master of salvation and a river free.
And a river free.

I guess the trouble can’t be ended.
Man is there not to be comprehended.
I wouldn’t dare to say there is a key
unless you dream of superhumanity.

All the trouble comes out of seeing limitations
where indeed there’s only truth of imagination.
I like scum-sucking and all it means,
I love your lovely sexiness and your horny grin.
And your horny grin.

Too many people seem to be so clean
It’s all lying and cheating the sexy dream.
Sex and violence open the essence sometimes
of a life without pretension.
Of a life without pretension.

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany