…SHOW TO ME, IF IT IS HARD WITHOUT A BARTENDER, HOW TO FAKE, AND TO MAKE LOVE LIKE A BLENDER. HOW TO KISS YOU LIKE A BITCH, TO FIND A PARADISE FROM THE OPEN BRIDGE. HOW TO ROLL YOU LIKE A ROULETTE, TO MAKE EVERYTHING…

…In our diabolical rapture, we live on and on And Death keeps knocking at our door So we open the door and we die a bit more We're in love with death and we die on and on Won't you close our eyes We'll be by your side…

…YOU MAKE ME CRY. THE SAMA TURBULENCE IN MY LIFE MAKES ME HIDE. I DONT LIKE THE PRESSURE OF THE CHURCH. STILL, I NEVER WANTED TO BE MARRIED OR FULLFILL, JUST A ME, MANS THIRST. YO GET ROD PF MY FREEDOM, MAKES ME SHIVER…

…to open the wooms? Or are you kind and try softly to move? Are you tried to break a human to a part? Takes in fact a big gap, and be very far. Do you know what distance means? There has been too much motions, the pain…

…how to comfort my crying heart There should be something worth finding for, But we're too scared to let ourselves seek You live with a stench, a stench of a rotten soul Can't open yourself A master of a self-centered…

…to die for? In the end, how will you fall? As a hero or a warrior without a war? Why you withhold the pain but need those scars? How will you leave to the unknown shores? As a hero of a warrior without a war? The one…

…strange aeons death may die In your eyes lies the world where I don't wanna go Said you've changed but I don't believe in miracles Since you conquered my heart we've never been apart One day we'll close our eyes open them again And discover each other So I open up my eyes She treats me with a smile From her wrists flows wine…

…here Not a single one of your fathers died young The handy travelers Out of Africa Little Lucy of the Afar Gave birth to fantasy To idolatry To self-destructive weaponry Enter the god of gaps Deep within the past…