You’ve been in my ears For almost two years now So perhaps it was natural That you took me over completely A shared understanding already there The filthy The dirty The sinners That we are The hell From which no saints can save the damned Spending eternity in the erotic flame With no release Even my supposed integrity Whisked away in the firestorm With barely a whimper in protest My mind no longer in control Only pulsating heart and burning body My mouth hungering for a taste of you Slipping gently into me Until reality sets in There is no victory here There is no winning Pain awaits No matter the ending For this moment We have the heat of the inferno To keep us warm To blacken our hearts To scar us forever Melting our deeds Dripping their remnants onto the pages Of the book of eternity Veni, sancte spiritus! Would I believed in a god, any god Who allows forgiveness for this moral collapse Blame me entirely if you want Beg her forgiveness, forever on your knees Go home to your babies and out of my grasp They need you far more than I They will need you for decades more You who must be Their sanctus pater, santo padre, the good man Who am I to endanger something so essential? Who am I to destroy these rose-tinted visions? I’m filthy dirty a sinner Go home Go home Go home Dear boy Go home Leave this whore to her reckoning With the holy inferno