Háblame de Horror

Baby, don't get all uptight
Don't turn off the TV
It's time for the news
I want to know about today's dead

You tell me to behave
To respect that god
Who leaves me no choice
But to enjoy all this pain

Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love
Don't tell me sweet things
Talk to me about horror
Talk to me about horror

If going to a horror movie premiere
Sounds good to me
If you don't like it, the blood scene
You bite into the putrefaction guts

Don't think I'm going to sit down
To have tea with you on a balcony
I vomit on your longings
Your dreams of a better world

Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love
Don't tell me sweet things
Talk to me about horror
Talk to me about horror

I hate your sexual refinements
And doing what your book of being says
I hate your anal denials
Your fake moans online

True love is not gentle
Or delicate like a flower
Naked, we are just animals
Pure violence and pure function

Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love
Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love

Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love

Talk to me about horror
Don't tell me sweet things anymore
Don't talk to me about love

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
About horror, about horror, about horror.