The beauty spot was borrowed Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard Run your empty rain down on me Whisper your deathbeat so softly We bend our knees At the altar of my ego
You drained my heart and made a spade But there's still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart and made a spade But there's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open Like to begging for dope and hoping Their bitter petal chant, «We can kick, you won't be back» I'm a diamond that is tired Of all the faces I've acquired We must secure the shadow Ere the substance fades