I would like to stay to your body like a tattoo
To then give you courage to keep on going
When the night falls
And also to be kept as your slave
That you grab, grind, refuse, but can't wash
I want to mess up with your body like a ballet dancer
Who soon gets you hooked, bounces and lit you up
When the night falls
And in the weary muscles of your arm
To rest light, faded, full, worn out of tiredness
I want to feel heavy like a cross on your back
That cuts you apart, but deep down you like it
When the night falls
I want to be the grinning and corrupting scar
Marked through cold, iron and fire, in raw flesh
Mothers' hearts, spears, mermaids and serpents
Scribbling all over your body, yet you can' feel it...