Lyrics:

Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a sight, petite and illegal...a specimen of beauty in shapeless splendour Haunted by her image in blank dismay, I kiss and embrace the dreaming adventure of the dainty, delusive doll... Seeping into the tunnel of reality... The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate... The vortex of addiction is out of square There are imaginary catchwords everywhere The vortex of temptation gently blows The ego-dolls reap the meadows... ...of megalomania... Profoundly wounded...I still wonder during my frequent strolls to this rendezvous Such a sight, so pristine...a specimen of beauty in sheer fucking grace Haunted by her image, spread eagle on my bed, I need some pills to kill the pain I need some pills to absorb the impression of the dainty, delusive doll ...sleeping into the coma of reality The savage beast of lust mock-manly rearing its deceitful head With 666 tattooed upon its bleeding chest Virtue seems like a sheer waste of flesh, I smoulder like a fucking cigarette She bestow me the poet's beauty of phrase, oh, I ejaculate...