if i were your jukebox, experiment me beautiful 𓇼 when you put your token inside me… be imaginative 𓇼 pay attention to any figure of speech and tempo 𓇼 i'll make you bleed till you'll ask for transfusion 𓇼 playful, with rhythm and soul, i'll rock you till i fresh you 𓇼 tactic, it's my nom de plume, the new bad habit, [the game] 𓇼 anything's possible… if you could eliminate, — the if

Today is felt, as if my eyes have kneeled down all your demons , while my lips metamorphosed them in symbolic effigies . Today is felt, as if I rule to make you want to be my life's servant while your soul is salivating for my coquet Darkside . Today is felt, as if your monsters, those zombies masked in veiled bijoux will suffer very deeply, too terrified by every boom-boom of my pulse. Today is felt, as if your royal creature comforts me with your soul's glamour while all my senses are the fireplace that warms your amour fou . Today is felt, as if I am the lachrymose wine 's rustling scent while you are in its phase of foliage, tenderly filtered by my elixir . Today is felt, as if all words I've written, means nothing but a blah-blah's whim while a coffee's sip, it greets me when still all is a little silly with morning's routine.