I am the subversive love
The "anti-sex"
Everyday brings me wounds
Though I am already
Scarred and totally smeared with blood
You start crying in the taxi
Just because I'm saying
That I'll be dead in two years
If I keep up consuming the way I do now
All idols must die (laughing)
My soul burns
I'm hiding, sitting in my hole
And I'm waiting for the dreams that save me (they don't come)
Love is a pyre
I'm slowly but surely burning on it
From the insides to the edge I'm burning
I have tasted
Have gone foo far
Don't get rid of the taste
Perhaps it's only an inflammation
Perhaps it's only an inflammation, this what keeps burning
In place of my soul
In the place where my soul lies
My soul burns
In place of my soul
In the place where my soul lies
My soul burns