From the bed - clothes of heaven The stars are shooting like a radiant rain Invisible dreams on the ownerless world Crash against the crust of reality A white angel in my fiery bed And my restless soul between his legs Withered flowers and stale wine Can you feel the smell , the taste? When the dear tiredness descends upon you Lie down next to me In my fiery bed who*es writhing in the ecstasy of suffering and pain Their bellies slit open Show the innards and hearts still beating Swelling beneath the ribs that glow with bright heat