Is time to be using your hips,
to paint all your tears
in green amethyst.
The ashes never will revive.
And kills on the poisoned field
the swing of your feet,
like a washing-machine.
I have never been so sick.
And now I feel tempted by temptation,
'cause now I can't hear you laughing, moaning, crying.
And now you feel tempted by temptation,
but now I can't feel you.
Moon breaks, the mind-blowing comes,
excess is a road
when your feelings are gone.
I'm a son of no reason.
My mind don't wanna go sleep
after the kiss of the crystal Queen.
And now my pupils are totally fucked.