You're always glad for discontent But don't ever let it be faceless No, let's pin its abdomen To the wall Your wound is not a lazy smile And life is not a stylish film But we can get so close if The lighting is right You're always glad for discontent But don't ever let it be faceless No, let's pin its abdomen To the wall Never spoil a winning tryst You shoplifter, thieving virgins Sipping boys' young blood and dreaming of art To a dream from a lack, As simple as that First he hit you, then you forgot it Till he held you up by the neck Once the tiny Black dots had started You just could not stop laughing