Cold remorse is for free men, unlucky son of one night
With the guilt between our legs, the lust, touching your life
We crawl in the dark, we run within the dream
I do ask her not to scream until that moment
Her breath sharp and shallow
She will find nothing under my skin
We move like one but her back is a just bending a straight line
Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny
Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly
The morning glows anew, we hold on to our own misery
Memories of night turn to dust
She cries softly
As always nothing to fight for
As we hold still, a warm breath, humid, sticks to me
One more time we are nothing
Nothing but a bunch of dead leaves left to the graceless wind
Father, we all die alone: A written path for a given destiny
Father, we all die alone: Rhymes repeating endlessly
Until tonight she goes unseen
Strip to the bone, her wounds unclean
And once again, we are walking
Walking through a broken glass with broken knees
Down that road our guilt between the legs
This red desire was resuming its place
Of your heartbeat, on the hills of no lights
Don’t forgive us unlucky son of one nigh