Stretching yawns, cigarette after cigarette
At the corner of the night, cigarette after cigarette
This tired soul every night, instinctively struggles for breath
Damn this self-torment, cigarette after cigarette
Cutting the left foot of the world with a saw
The left leg of the trousers, cigarette after cigarette
In the freeze of a bed, this carcass exploded
Scattered against the wall, cigarette after cigarette
On the cobblestone street, lying without an end
This corpse of the shroud-eater, cigarette after cigarette
A hundred chairs at this funeral, are empty and blue
A withered man in disgust, cigarette after cigarette
The sublimation of the ear's tulip, with colorful screams
Doubt and the beginning of denial, cigarette after cigarette
People from this liberation, in dead-end streets
As if not to be, cigarette after cigarette
These five fingers tonight, are companions of the earth
Farewell hand and guitar, cigarette after cigarette
The gaze has thickened, on the steel bars
In a damp oven, cigarette after cigarette
A hundred merciless lenses, boiled in the city's eye
And these idle poets, cigarette after cigarette
In between every text, this scene exists forever
A man in a state of confession, cigarette after cigarette
Traitor myths, in the folds of history
Sleep like vultures, cigarette after cigarette
It was your photo and story, it was your frame and denial
I slammed it against the wall, cigarette after cigarette
