Inside the mask of anonimity of confessional booth of the network, I heard you
I noticed you
Then I approached, you were reprocreate
The smiles, the soft skinned snake

Between the two drips of sinuses, we laughed
We left the clothes as we entered the room
The room none knows about
Only to some, in the obscure cloud of heaven

I was shy, you wore me at night
You spoke in tongue, I learned the language
Until we finished each other's sentences
We play the words, the old in's and out's The thief and the crook

We made a promise, of the beginning of the end
In a flat field, without expectation and explanation