Letras
My sex
Waits for me
Like a mongrel waits
Downwind on a tight rope leash
My sex
Sometimes I'm a Novocaine shot
Sometimes I'm an automat
My sex
Is often solo
It's a golden glow
My sex
Is invested in
Suburban photographs
My sex
Is a fragile acrobat
My sex
Sometimes it short circuits then
My sex
Is savage, tender
It wears no future faces
My sex
Has a wanting wardrobe
I still explore
All the bodies I knew before
My sex
Is a spark of electro flesh
Leased from the tick of time
And geared for synchromesh
My sex
Is an image lost in faded films
A neon outline
On a high-rise over spill
My sex
My sex
My sex