Rotten flowers smell so good of your ghoulish lies,
That I have no right not to fall in love and trample them with my heel.
You see these salty drops, these are tears of happiness dripping from my eyes.
It was YOU who turned my heart into cold and strong steel.

It would be different, but all kinds of men crave lust more than love,
And I just wish my faith in naivety was free from this nightmare.
What a shame that you endure the beatings, but you cannot even slap the unloved on the cheek with a glove.
How wonderful it would be if I were a cruel and carnivorous Chimera.

My sorrow is so bright that even the abyss of Hell cannot overshadow it,
The scarlet blood no longer flows from the wounds that festered on the wrists of dead flesh.
Now what was a living person is just a piece of spoiled meat.
But even now, the smell from me, unlike YOU, will be delicate and fresh.