作曲 : Invocator, VonSchoubye
Your lips are violent, no one will win 
I can tell it from the look in your eyes 
From the smell of leather on your skin 
Here it comes, sparkling, 
I'm on my knees 
I guess you know lust from greed 
Sadly it's in empty rooms that we all bleed 
Speak to me! 
In the language of the lovers 
Speak to me! 
The language of the dead 
I'm silver spit, 
I'm a sitting target 
You can tell it from the look in my eyes 
Have you ever heard the sound of disappointment? 
Here it comes 
Infatuation is my only crime 
I guess you know lust from greed... 
Speak to me! 
In the language of the lovers 
Speak to me! 
The language of the head 
Who's gonna take me home but you? 
Will there ever be another time? [solo] 
Speak to me!...