Santos Del Pecado

We've lost the devotion
Among sinners saints
And martyrs of love
There are a thousand altars for pain
And a hundred remedies without blessing

Feelings are like prostitutes
Leaving an infection in the soul
Let's violate confusion together
With a passionless poem

Dehydrate my spirit and turn it into wine
Let your killer sex drink it
Hormones in syrup and instinct
Seducing your uncertain destiny
In a libertine diary of madness

Let the foam say a prayer
And let the wounds drain
Let's bathe guilt in alcohol

Poetry and formal romance
Are obsolete for creating illusions
Now purity is a damn bitch
F*** our moral whore

Dehydrate my spirit and turn it into wine
Let your killer sex drink it
Hormones in syrup and instinct
Seducing your uncertain destiny
In a diary of madness

Dehydrate my spirit and turn it into wine
Let your killer sex drink it
Hormones in syrup and instinct
Seducing your uncertain destiny
In a fun diary of madness