Perfume

These boys told you
Carved with an evil eye
Which sounds cute
Then you turn the latter tide
A train rides, the colour of coal
Cloud of steel, a rustic gold
You’re on a mission, a curseful world
A gift for the wicked, boys and girls
These ritual cries, will shape nights
The ritual cries, will shape the night
The sweet smell of skin
It transfers the scent
With your body technique comes this new end
You still do one by one
'til the finest refuse
The angel kisses feet the way angels do
No need for the phonecalls
25 smooth years
25 locks of hair
The ritual cries, will shake the night
Just one drop, turns up the alimony
It shakes the night, when it drops
Turns off the candles
It shakes the night
Will shake the night