Down and out, or better than ever, I can’t tell.
No matter where on Earth I am with you
I will wake up in cold sweats, panting
Because I can’t get this restlessness out of me.

Some days, I swear
In place of my blood there is kerosene.
My fingernails are growing yellow.
Skin equals ashes.
But I can’t tear the meat from my bones
If you’re busy loving it.


You and inferno are playing tug of war with my limbs
And if you win you’ll regret it.