No Kisses on the Mouth - Spiritual Front

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

The limit of love is that (No kisses on the mouth)

Of needing, of needing (No kisses on the mouth)

The limit of love is that (No kisses on the mouth)

Of needing, of needing (No kisses on the mouth)

The limit of love is that (No kisses on the mouth)

Of needing, of needing (No kisses on the mouth)

The limit of love is that (No kisses on the mouth)

Of needing, of needing (No kisses on the mouth)