Letra de Vita sexualis (en inglés)

I point up my third finger,
for if I nod I won´t be able to go back.
Now I end up having to wait for the first train in the morning.
There´s no other way. Oh how I hate rain!

Every night has a price tag attached to it.
NO CLAIM, NO RETURN!

Until the alarm clock rings,
I´m a sleeping beauty covered in thorns.

I´m starting to have trouble breathing.
Please unbuckle these straps.
I groan loudly in the chasm of suffering.

As though it is a mystery,
I search for the perpetrator.
The mirror laughed when I pointed out my finger.

Even if I try to escape, I only end up in another cage.
I opened up my mouth for sex.

The number of my negative emotions has increased;
they are the neon light, and I´m a dancing moth attracted to them.
I thought I was merely choosing not to move,
but when I had come to my senses, I realized I was unable to move.

All my voice is stuck in my throat.
I swallow it down on the top of a tower.

Whenever I receive a call, I let down my hair.
I´m a caged bird.

"I feel lonely. I feel lonely."
When I utter so, hordes of princes gather around me.

Although a man is right beside me,
we are not even talking.
My iPhone illuminates my face in a blue hue.

This bouquet will cost five cents.
I let my wound open up for sex.