mutante made of wine

Mutante made of wine

Not a human, not a man…
She only fears of herself…
She don’t think for more than a second
And if I ask “why” she say me shut up.

She’s like a mutant made of wine
Flying on dope in the sky.
Her eyes are red because she’s high
And if she doesn’t know something she lies

Not a beast… or maybe she is it,
But she love scuim in shit
She has no logical
So she only does things un logical