You hear the piano clicking, but there’s no melody
You pant, you make an orgasmic face, breathlessly
A road lined with pine trees, deserted, so hot
A heart has been broken, trauma has struck
A life unlived, or lived in other ways
What if? What if? You ruined my days!
A kick down the stairs or handcuffed wrists
In praise of desire, so clear but unlived
Straight satisfy yourself, or go the windy way
Drugs, sex, letters, heartbreak, misery
Give satiety a fresh appetite
Walk past your life, stride by stride
Quenching thirsts that are unquenchable
Digging up earth, unearthable
Piety in a Spanish village, Sodom and Gomorrah in Madrid
If not satisfaction in living, than in revenge and hatred
Isn’t that what the torero thinks, before he his last time winks
At the girl with the red dress, up on the stands
Hence, hence, hence… we neatly build a fence
Offense; Amends; Ends
