a) Translations

Cold fair skinned

Curl your frame entice

Cleanse your stale fingers

A scratch you fail to recognize



With the walls are closing in you remind remember how

To cancel all your friends with a piercing guzzled mouth

As the beggars steal your bed no matter what you've said

The beggars still want the best



These hands

They're painting

Collapse and tired

The colors fading



Take all surrounds begging with me

The kind the meager the weak

Her gown sweeps the ground entirely

Body embellished the breeze

Gone the gathering breaks for the sea

Buried in the deep

Castaways

Cursing their names



Please show me how

To pin yourself down

You masochistic bigot

Slave us tired masses



Just don't mention your name

Because the rumored ears have spoken

They'll fool you and your masquerade

Such a clever disguise

But can they hear you

Without looking

In your eyes