Wealth

If I were a rich girl
There'd be more questions
For you to ask me

How do you do?
What did you do?
Mind, body or soul?

A rich mind yields ideas
Ridiculed and persecuted
The sin is optimism

To be rich is not a crime
Yet persecution abounds
The sin is gluttony

Richness of spirit is applauded
And persecuted still
The sin is faith

If I were a mean girl
There'd be more
To say to you

Why are you?
What terror is this?
Sick, twisted or scarred?

Existence is key
To a life of pain
The disease of humanity

Psychosis is free
For the mean girls and boys
The screams of humanity

Physical wounds fade
Before sadism ends
The curse of humanity

If I were a straight girl
There'd be more or less
To say or ask

Do you love me?
Do I love you?
Do we love?

Insecurities run rampant
Just ask
The sin is love

Fear and fever and passion
Just do it
The sin is lust

In the end, what is left?
Mean it
The sin is life

Poesia alla Moda

Moda a moda
La nostra casa di lusso
E` aperto per tutti
Vestitivi in oro

Moda con la moda
Torni domani
C'e` un vestito d'argento
Che chiama il tuo nome

Moda per la moda
Una festa a casa nostra
Tutti i vestiti colorati
Fanno luce bianca

Moda della moda
La nostra casa di lusso
E` chiuso sta sera
Vestitivi a casa

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Loose English translation:

Fashion to fashion
Our house of glamour
Is open for all
Dress in gold

Fashion with fashion
Return tomorrow
There's a silver dress
That calls your name

Fashion for fashion
A party at our house
All the colourful dresses
Make white light

Fashion from fashion
Our house of glamour
Is closed this evening
Dress at home