The air is sweet until No need to move until The binds have been untied We are both satisfied Blissfully paralyzed Forever seven forty-five There is, there is, there is no reason to leave There is, there is, there is no reason to leave I have no senses left Tiny taste of death Our life does not exist The world is only this Our body's final kiss Before the mind is set adrift There is, there is, there is no reason to leave There is, there is, there is no reason to leave