Pain Therapy for a Praying Mantis Lyrics

What rips the flesh and lacerates the heart?
Drains the veins of blood and all humanity?
Gives new life to the livid blue flesh?

Winter comes and outside everything turns to stone

Inside a machine of scissors, scalpels, needles and eyes,
Redefines the borders of emptiness
But let me know that this could be an improvement

Fuck the flesh with a scream of steel
Until the beast inside is licking my
Green thin sharpened hands
Praying mantis - we are only pain

What makes the senses sleep so much.
To enjoy only the architecture of a victory?
Or it’s only the senses of opportunity,
To make blind, deaf and dumb?
So as not to see the blood
And not to hear the shot
When finally you pull the trigger
And in the mire there is an angel?

Whatever rips again, re-fills us with days?
With words unsaid and actions undone?
Re-fills us again with sense and with blood?

Summer comes and and burns that which is arid
The stone shouts incandescent and the skin withers

Outside the machine of scissors, scalpels, needles and eyes,
Redefines the borders of emptiness
But let me believe that this could be an improvement, again