Poison Thoughts, Poison Hands

There is no water on the ground anymore
And we've just falling asleep
There are no tears in your eyes anymore
Thus our hands are filled by dirty dreams

When the night light cut the sky
watered breath of mouth
Then the body's shaken n cramp
Meeting it's portrait in emptiness

An ecstatic expression on her face
Is it demonstration of death? (Or orgasm maybe?)

Beneath the feet nailed on the wood
You woman, you lie down
And like a snake
You twist down on the ground
While he's so dirty
So dirty
So dirty

Maybe it's able to say these words
Read them - words by sin disfigured
That the man is dying
In the painful and ignominious wreck

Is it the devil on the wood?
Who made my heart burning?
Who hid my mind in the rainbow?
Who made my hands poisoned?