Late night, sweat on your skin like moonlight,

whispers so foul, so sweet, so right—

I bite your name in two, taste the echo,

grind on the tempo till the tempo grind you.

Affection explicit, no radio edit,

fuck a clean version, I want every sin credited.

Hands round your throat—praise & choke—

holy water dripping from the things we spoke.

Come, let the bass bruise us slow,

we die on the hook, then crawl back for mo’.

fortissimo——我咬碎耳膜把愛喊成災(zāi)，

狂笑在廢墟里種一朵蒼白；

心跳砸裂節(jié)拍，血珠濺成星海，

誰還敢說我溫柔不是禍害？

——再高一點(diǎn)！讓尖叫翻山越海，

把最后一秒蹂躪成永恒存在；

若瘋狂是愛，我愿粉身成霾，

在你耳廓炸成不滅的囂哀。