I keep praying I wounded angel who's beating hard his head against a stone sky against a cruel lie you, the idol of indifference
Only poor man can receive here your holy bless while he's writing another degrading rule for us for women
My blood was sliding against a sordid night that lasts for thousand years My womb was smelling of sea and jasmine My eyes were burning of your eternal fear
Holy white linen beauty listen to me you're soaked withe every salted burning tear cried by women but you're so far.