In there, we will perfect the consuming woe,
In there, we will laugh till dusk and worship death,
We'll make love above the ruins of Gomorrah,
With profane madness,
The most welcomed dolour,
On top of a hill, with bare hands,
We will touch the sun, love,
'Till our souls fall down,
Scorched and dripping rejection from side to side,
I'll forget your name,
Your eyes will remain engraved upon my skin,
Like a noose, the mark resembles pain,
A victory of the past over a wicked tommorow,
A glorious collapse of the present,
A disgust for the lonesome future,
A dicent end in a tragedy,
We'll remain half and unleanced.
