Signing on your head the virtual bondaries
I leap my leg and piss on your knees.
Never to be told is the truth I hold
One touch
One word
The hands have passed away
With cars, boring friends and masochists suffering.
I already see our harmful memories
Dancing on my knees with joyful smiles
The fighting is over
The mind can rest and sleep, and sleep.

"Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène;
Et quand je pense avoir plus de douleurs,
Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine."