The beuty of your face marks the end of the line
try to get out without carrying
any misfortune is added to the amount
all my tears are dry, but nothing will ever go away
so Kill me, Adele, for the rich, for the scathing, for the ruined
with nails in your arms and chains down your throat
any time will hurt like the cold of winter
put me in a metal cage where I can see myself,
kiss me untill I can spit my heart out on a plate and feed to the dogs.
The most tender of blades, the most painfull of caresses
You aggrivate the rotting inside me and force it to continue
NO LAST WORDS