Beautiful demon, dangerous angel,
you're spinning on a triangle riding my soul through your fingers.
Asymmetric twin, your face is backwards,
but you paint the triangle red,
you set the silence on fire.
Powerful siren, clap your hands and make the sun kill the moon
for your delight.
This city runs too fast for you to catch
and the buildings are hiding from you...
Psychopath.
Late you go to sleep, through the higways of the past,
up to your tree in the desert sky.
The blood is dancing around your neck, the audience poorly blind,
they are fascinated by your scars.
And oh! little child! you scream, you cry...
pouring diamonds for them to catch.
