nights over vienna 
slo-mo gehenna
just take it easy
confession sees me 

dead punk bloodlust for throbbing [bad word] engaged 
some people wish to live [bad word] splendid ages
allow them cry by reaching awesome level
within the kinky. dark. . fetish. fever 

their vitae goes thin as a limpid lath
subconsciousness pays in tears for the past 
no love no pain you know this mean game 
vain off-mind lane for your nape go insane 

- Lost man, dead man, knocking on the door. 
Cankerman, soreman, knock no more.
- Naive and silly your heart is
Let me now show thy life decease 

red winter flash just erasing disturbing time of process 
she cannot hide an awaken interest in me none the less 
my grasping eyes sticked into soul - couldn't take them off 
i drain her liquid from the neck when [bad word] in love 

your spirit smells like devoured candy shop advert 
don’t lie me littling, I’m feeling so freeky pervert
my last itch for pink river washing satin flesh
that’s turning destiny and hopes to roughy ashes

- Lost man, dead man, knocking on the door. 
Cankerman, soreman, knock no more.
- Naive and silly your heart is
Let me now show thy life decease