3. - El jardin que olvido (instrumental)
- Torture Lessons
A raging dance
To clean from your eyes
The filth you saw and hide…
Embrace these torture lessons.
This red mouth
The saddest child
Devouring every piece of flesh
Devouring pain,
The sperm still burning in her hands…
We’re dying.
Did I hurt you, or make a whore of you again
As I led you to the effaced well?
We’re dying.
Like blemished skin
The dress falls to the floor and cracks…
Veiled and skinned,