your kiss would stop the point from falling on time
not to ever utter the word end
through lips that blowzy reveal the meanings
in the same perpetual lonely contretemps

your arms would hold victims in martyrs
taking to sleep the tranquility of a subject
with freedom as cradle for a lot higher
so sin wouldn't fire soul as target shooting

when I find myself embraced by fears
subtly seduced with demonic apples
I search for the distance of histrionic escape
and I jump perfectly from evening star to evening star

for the taste that is worth lives of sufferings
from atoms the light years would come crashing down
to happen the cruel synthesis among ribosoms
incarnating colours from desires