Translation To: Adios)



He lays the needle in the vein

and he asks the music to come inside

between his throat and forearm

the melody travels softly in the bones



He has closed his eyes

a battle rages in his blood

an army marches through his bowel

the intestines become warm slowly



Nothing is for you

nothing was for you

nothing remains for you

forever



He takes the needle from the vein

the melody travels out of the skin

violins burn with shrieking

harps cut the flesh

he has opened his eyes

but he is not awake



Nothing is for you

nothing was for you

nothing remains for you

forever