The sweet feeling of immorality
I’ll gourge myself with it till I hurl
As with this perverted sentiment will
Gnaw away at your willing new lips

kanbi na haitokukan o
hiku made tsumekonde
amai kuchibiru o kamu
tousaku shita kanjou

Such long, thick lashes
My beloved slave too
Everything, everything!
His hair, his voice, will be mine soon

ano onna idaku no nara
itoshii sore o
kuichigiru kara

I could never think to forgive
Things like betrayal though
You lied with that tongue of yours
So I’m going to cut it off

nagai matsuke mo
itoshii bouya mo
subete subete yo
kami mo koe mo atashi no mono

Hey, you want to hold me, don’t you?
That’s right, everything's been a bad dream
But I’ll smash apart your past for you
So come here dear, come to me my dear

“nightmare”
”no more”

nee, atashi o dakishitai no deshou?
Sou yo subete akumu na no kako nado
tsubushite ageru kara
kocchi e irasshai

"nightmare"
"no more"

This is rather drag queeney I do feel. M-yup.

Bo-ya means "boy" or "slave."
By chance, I've been referring to my brother as "Bo-ya" for the past 7 years, but before that, it was That Boy.
And before that, The Baby...so I guess it's an improvement of sorts (laughs)

We get along great now though because he likes video games and photoshopping Gackt's head on barbie dolls.