I sell a truth, I sell myself - devotions in a cage The sweat of moon runs down my tongue, between grace and chosen rage I wait for you with thousand nails to place them in your heart The failures' smoke does really hurt, but they won't get us apart Do you remind that yesterday, that crawled upon the floor Where I baptized you, down the sea, with a face of history Oh Maria, my heart-attack, and all the worlds are swimming all around Oh Maria, my heart-attack, and all the moons are making nasty sounds Oh Maria, my heart-attack, abandoned brides will write these books again Oh Maria, my heart-attack, you look so historically with all your tangled rain I take two steps on watery streets and pa** inviting hosts The cripples dance inside their caves around icons of two ghosts I call to you through harlot skies to justify my scars The jealous tears taste awfully, all poured in useless wars Do you remind that yesterday, that perished down the floor Where I refused you, down the sea, with your face of history Oh Maria, my heart-attack...