Alma Podre

My soul is already rotten.

I am a living curse.

I only play, I don't get close.

Deep down, you must already know,

I just want to have my fun with you.

By day I think of you, but only at night do I desire you.

Your messages are futile.

Your calls, silent.

Your feelings, despicable.

My mistake was letting my toy get attached.

Say goodbye to me, and to your friends as well.

I am not your long-awaited prince.

But you won't belong to anyone else.

Death is my state of mind.

It was always clear, only you didn't see that I'm no good for you.

You've had disappointments before, the cycle will repeat.

Perhaps your taste isn't the best.

Whenever you wake up in the morning, I will no longer be here.

My delusion is thinking that you are mine.

Let me deceive myself while I use your body.

My soul is already rotten.

I am a living curse.

I only play, I don't get close.

I want to bite beneath your shirt.

I am no priest, but confess to me.

Tell me your darkest desires.

I will fulfill them while you beg for more.

Your neck as purple as a grape.

Your very being is sin itself.

Every part of you, a story read only by me.

You don't know, I am the Devil.

My soul is already rotten.

I am a living curse."