the time is over and the clock stands still, been fucking sick for long Long the danger threatened Known or suspected? But haven't faced the truth. The kiss of the scorpio, the poisonous sting raised above your head. The temptation of danger. The sting of the scorpio, poison for the soul. The kiss of death. The lie creeps into the room, the deceitful word breeds the hope, The truth dies in pain, The protection of the soul mutates to a massacre. Right or wrong? Would it change something? I don't need it! the last kiss. I don't want it! The last kiss. The kiss of death!