Always, during the great hours
I wait for you to show up
You to show me the signs
Of destruction
To take me by the hand
To take me in your arms
To pour the oil of vitriol
In my heart
And when everyone is silent
And only we remain
You are going to show me
The signs of destruction
You are going to roll my cigarette
You are going to untie my hair
You are going to drip the formaldehyde
In my heart
Always, during the great hours
I know you'll return
For me to lick your signs
Of destruction
For me to tell you a story
For me to take you in my arms
For us to destroy the hole
Within the heart