Sā subete no koto wo yame Mune dake wo tokimeka senagara Atashi no koto wo mitsumete
Nusumu koto sore wa kowasu koto demo ubau kotode mo nai Tokubetsu ni amai akutoku Himitsu to jūzai to itazura to kyōfu no amarugamu Arashigaoka no hīsukurifu no yō ni Nusumi tsudzukeru koto wa jinsei wo kaketa saikō no kan'nō Eien ni de rarenai sekushīna rōgoku Shinri-teki konkyo wa fumei
Dare ga doreina no ka? Dare ga shujin'na no ka? Kami ga mite iru no ka Kami ni misute rarete iru no ka Nusumu koto dake ga subete wo wasure sase Kasuka ni omoidasa seru
Demo yawana bōya Anata kara mō nusumu mono wa nai no Anata wa tokkuni monukenokara Kono atashi to onajiyōni Dakara atashi no koto wo mitsumetainaraba Subete no koto wo yame Shinzō dake wo ugokashinagara ni shi nasai
Now, stop everything you're doing, Allow your heart to race, and look at me.
To steal, is not to take something away or to break something. It is a special case. An elegant vice. It's an amalgam of secrets, felonies, mischief, and terror. Just like with Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights, A life dedicated to stealing brings about the ultimate sensuality. It's a prison of sexiness from which she cannot escape. Its psychological foundation is: Unknown.
Who is the slave? Who is the master? Is God watching her? Has God abandoned her? The act of stealing lets her forget everything And evokes faint memories.
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Don't speak, run. Don't run, hide. If you find me, punish me. If you punish me, kill me. Save me.
But you have nothing left for me to steal, silly boy. You are completely empty, just like me. So if you want to look at me, then stop everything you're doing, Stop everything but your beating heart and look at me.
Sā subete no koto wo yame Mune dake wo tokimeka senagara Atashi no koto wo mitsumete
Nusumu koto sore wa kowasu koto demo ubau kotode mo nai Tokubetsu ni amai akutoku Himitsu to jūzai to itazura to kyōfu no amarugamu Arashigaoka no hīsukurifu no yō ni Nusumi tsudzukeru koto wa jinsei wo kaketa saikō no kan'nō Eien ni de rarenai sekushīna rōgoku Shinri-teki konkyo wa fumei
Dare ga doreina no ka? Dare ga shujin'na no ka? Kami ga mite iru no ka Kami ni misute rarete iru no ka Nusumu koto dake ga subete wo wasure sase Kasuka ni omoidasa seru
Demo yawana bōya Anata kara mō nusumu mono wa nai no Anata wa tokkuni monukenokara Kono atashi to onajiyōni Dakara atashi no koto wo mitsumetainaraba Subete no koto wo yame Shinzō dake wo ugokashinagara ni shi nasai
Now, stop everything you're doing, Allow your heart to race, and look at me.
To steal, is not to take something away or to break something. It is a special case. An elegant vice. It's an amalgam of secrets, felonies, mischief, and terror. Just like with Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights, A life dedicated to stealing brings about the ultimate sensuality. It's a prison of sexiness from which she cannot escape. Its psychological foundation is: Unknown.
Who is the slave? Who is the master? Is God watching her? Has God abandoned her? The act of stealing lets her forget everything And evokes faint memories.
Don't speak, run. Don't run, hide. If you find me, punish me. If you punish me, kill me. Save me.
But you have nothing left for me to steal, silly boy. You are completely empty, just like me. So if you want to look at me, then stop everything you're doing, Stop everything but your beating heart and look at me.