Текст песни Spiritual Front - No Kisses on the Mouth

There are no streets for my heart
Nor voices can make my naked body shiver
But I need a slave who will stab me and
A faithful dog that will devour my body
Love me while I confided you my intentions
'Cause you know I will fail
Love my childish purity
'Cause you know I'd lick every sin of your flesh

The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice

I've lil' in my pocket
Just some sand and some stupid truth
But enough to redeem your lack of style
And your vague sense of duty
My certainty falls
While your saliva tastes like my sex
My tongue furrows your seals
While the night whispers our end

The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice
The limit of love is that
                
Of needing always an accomplice