I sleep in a magical chord
And I wake up when I hear it being played
I'm the essence of humanity
I represent the promiscuity
Of the souls fall ill from peace
I introduce myself, I'm the freedom
Of your body, and I don't collect any faith
And now tell me
How much is your soul worth?
Now ask
For money or pleasure
You dream of curing cancer
AIDS was given by Yahweh
I want to be with you
And feed your mouth
Sometimes, pain
Sleeps in a song
I know that I'll die from a decaying love
Mournful kisses; burn inside of me
I am the prince of sweet pain1
And my blood feeds your being
The lust of my wings
Grazes your breasts and scrapes your skin
Drink, intoxicate your vices
Choose
Orgasms or love
The only church that illuminates is a burning one
The Nazarene sleeps on his cross
I want to be with you
And feed your mouth
Sometimes, pain
Sleeps in a song
I know that I'll die from a decaying love
Mournful kisses; burn inside of me.
Oh! Lord
Repel sadness
angel
Of light and pain
Drink!
My mouth's bile
Blaspheme me and make love to me!
I want to be with you
And feed your mouth
Sometimes, pain
Sleeps in a song
I know that I'll die from a decaying love
Mournful kisses; burn inside of me.
I want to be with you
And feed your mouth
Sometimes, pain
Sleeps in a song
If you touch my honor
I'll leave this hell
Give me your soul, I don't want to die.
1. In modern Spanish, both poetical and colloquial, the meaning of "pena" has been moved toward sorrow, punishment and shame, but due to the context, I choose this antiquated meaning.