Pardon me for strangle your words with my pride
Covering your ears and covering your eyes with my shattered memories
I need a metaphoric friend to tell him my secrets and my lies:

"She smells like blood desires with my arms tied to her
The red and forbidden pleasure breaking the primordial tragedy"

Sealed in a virgin scream my mouth only spreads to gasp some air
Watching the sun rise for one last time, the aurora of my life

She smells like porcelan perfume with my arms around her
She smells like I wanted to live
Painting olds scars with a new day