Something infests me when I'm alone,
It's lunacy.
I want to vomit, spit out my life.
So queer it seems.

Retract your reverence and slander me,
I'm the traitor of mine.
A close-up picture of my lost chastity,
There's nothing left of me anymore.

And no rain can wash away those bloody tears,
As sweet sounds of destruction reach my ears.
Red lips like roses call my name,
But laughter is all the woman of now hears.

In gloom I wander, it batters me,
Though I subsist of it.
The smell of incense arouses me,
Abeyance maddens me.

A ginger sunset is my caress,
As I expire.
As music's fading I fade within,
There's nothing left of me anymore.

And no rain can wash away those bloody tears,
As sweet sounds of destruction reach my ears.
Red lips like roses call my name,
But laughter is all the woman of now hears.

No rain can wash away those bloody tears…