Bano De Sangre (Off With Her Head)

Spirals, circles
A flash flood flows behind your eyelids
Tonight, you chose a grave of water and electricity

Breathe (pretender)
Stage your suicide (surrender)
Seal your fate

Spirals, circles
The cables, they suspend your body
As I dance in circles
Around your nervous system and say

Off with her head
And all the chanting voices
That my heart had to shed
I gave them up to feel her love,

So off with her head
In light she cries
At night she laughs alone in her bed
I foolishly believed her lies

Now I've gone mad

As the sleep sets in, Mister Jacob can
Giddy-up inside of the seahorse man
And hell pass away in the burning eyes
With a silver platter of paradise
And you want to run, but you've got to see
And you lost your soul in the lottery
Tumble up the stairs as your roll downhill
You pop a drink as you drink your pill
The timber, the temper
The timber of your voice
Sends shivers down my spine
Since you made the wrong choice
The timber, the temper, the temperature