Spiritual Front No Κisses on the Mouth

There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver. But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog that will devour my body. Love me while I confided you my intentions Cos you know I will fail. Love my childish purity. . Cos you know I d lick every sin of your flesh The limit of love is that Of needing always an accomplice I ve lil in my pocket just some sand and some stupid truth But enough to redeem your lack of style And your vague sense of duty My certainty falls while your saliva tastes like my sex My tongue furrows your seals While the night whispers our end The limit of love is that (No Kisses on the Mouth) Of Needing always an accomplice (No Kisses on the Mouth)